There is always the mantra of picking ourselves up after the dust has settled, in an effort to coax us into getting over difficulties easier. What if the dust never really settles, as you are constantly reminded of the past, therefore you can never really let go? Some cultures believe that we never really leave things behind, they are always a part of us – even the Bible reminds us of that as well in various contexts. We may be forgiven of the sin, but still carry the weight and memory of it – lest temptation reigns supreme and we are back down that hole. But what about when we have to say, “It’s finally time to move on.” Where does that now lead us to move on to? Another person? Another town? Another memory? A lot of us may move on, but we may move on to the same issues packaged in a different environment or person.