Do you ever smell something that just teleports you back in time? Something that temporarily paralyzes and dizzies you? Memories flood back to you and you feel overwhelmed with a sense of nostalgia. But the feeling is only temporary and within seconds you realize that you are in the now. That no matter how hard you try, you can only transport your thoughts back in time and not you. Is it better to be here now? Or worse? It won't ever matter because you can't change it. And you just have to live with that. So enjoy the memories you have and be happy that you have them or forget that those moments ever existed and pretend they never happened.
If you can pretend like those memories never existed, are they still a part of you? Do they make you who you are? Without those experiences who would you be?
Just something to think about.