Have you ever wondered why the days from your past look so gorgeous? At times, even your school days appear as if there were no homeworks whatsoever. Why? Of course, i don't have a clue as usual. Perhaps Ghalib did. In one of his many poems, he wondered what would have happened had a given incident not taken place. His lines captured the lost-in-times essence aptly. Being conscious beings, we keep shuffling our weary mind between the present and the past. Future is fictitious and out of reach. Regardless, a brain does what it's programmed for by the Master: trick us into believing there's no such a thing as miracle. Because of which, you conveniently overlook the fact that you're the finest thing that ever happened to you. The way you breathe, the way you feel, the way you think... is unique. Nobody can replicate you. You're cheating death. Now. And that's why you look back in time once in a while trying to understand how you survived all that ever happened as well as the stuff that didn't. Explains why you edit out the crappy stuff and focus on the innocent bits. The way a survivor ideally should.