Recently I went on a trip back to London, where I used to live for a couple of years some time ago. I was scared and excited to go there, – curious of how I would feel in a place where I had spent so many special moments of my life.
It was almost like a dream, strange and familiar at the same time. Like a travel back in time. I could feel again the feelings I had felt at that time so clearly, yet it felt like as if I was just an observer of my past-self.
Sometimes you hear that when you move on from something, you shouldn´t look back. But the travel back into my past felt like finding a missing piece, like a refresher of all my good memories.
And the other day I read a really nice sentence related to that ( by Peter M.Senge) „ We are so concerned to look ahead that we forget about the space in the past.“ And sometimes to look back isn´t such a bad thing after all…
by Sigrun Guggenberger