When I can visit the places of my past, and feel only pleasant nostalgia, and have washed myself from the pangs of regret, the longing for what was and will not be, or the memories of unfortunate events that I can not change, then I will feel like I have made peace with my past.
I’m going on a journey. Making peace with my past may occur during this journey. It may not. But I may be silent for a while. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be alright.