The past, all those silly and mundane moments alike are like photos or puzzles. For the photos we stare as we hold them. We think about what was and what wasn't. We dwell, we lament, we promise not to do it again. We sigh.

For the puzzles we sit and wonder, what if. We smile, we cry, we wring our hangs and stomp our feet and question our motives, our courage, our interest in living. Why didn't we ...........!

Then we return to the present and finish eating the sandwich.

Good one, Thom!