You can return to the past, but the past is empty. Your old school is still operating, but your friends and classmates are no longer there. Your childhood home is still standing, but your family is gone, and when you walk down the alley, your neighbors and childhood playmates are no longer around.

The cafe you used to love still exists, but your favorite barista, who knew your order, has moved on. The streets remain the same, but the faces do not. The buildings are still the same, but the energy and feeling you once got from them have changed.

The past is a place, but the present is where life flows. It’s sad but you got to move on. I try to think about the past with a smile. I try to remember my memories and enjoy the good feeling I got in that second, instead of feeling down for not being able to enjoy that exact moment.