Remembrance is the only paradise out of which we cannot be driven away.

Nobody can take back what has already happened to you. Circumstances change, people leave, places are sold or built over, but an afternoon you actually had remains yours in a way nothing present ever is. That is why memory works as a genuine refuge rather than an escape: you are not imagining something, you are returning to something that was real.

Give ten minutes this week to one good stretch of your life, in detail, without turning it into a comparison with now. And make a note of it somewhere, since the ones you never revisit are the ones that fade.