So I was spacing the other day, and I was really depressed. I was just thinking about my past, when I was younger, when I lost my hair, all the drama I've been through, etc. Then I came to think, "Why am I constantly always thinking about the past?" Well, the past never goes away, it's always in the back of our minds somewhere. Lurking, waiting, haunting, for a right moment to come forward and remind us the things we want to forget. It sucks sometimes. Then I thought, "There is no way to…