But I, of all people, know that sadness is an easy path to walk, once you set your foot on it. It travels down, and down, and down, and people tramp it with their possessions on their backs like a pack, the weight pushing them along faster and faster and faster, until they cannot stop. They cannot look up. They do not know that the secret is to lay down the pack, turn off the path, and go a better way.
The path behind is only the path ahead, if you walk backward. Do not let yesterday use up too much of today.
words of Sesay in Lisa Wingate’s Beyond Summer