Carry with you

As the world begins to crumble around you, and all that lies in your wake are broken dreams and strewn regrets, stop a moment and look. Stare it down, refuse to be afraid. The instinct is to run, to flee as fast and as far as you can. But perhaps if you can just stand and look back and not be consumed by what follows you, it will cease to haunt you. Your past is forever tied to you, never to be truly cut free. The key is to not allow yourself to be destroyed by the things you carry.