Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.
A. E. Housman
A sad reflective poem. It is true that we can never go back. If we try, then it is the never same or as we remembered. But whilst we can never go back, we can go forwards. The longer we allow the past to control our present, then moving forward become very difficult. In order to move forward, we have to somehow find peace with the past and ourselves. And then those “happy highways where I went and cannot come again.” May become,
“Those happy highways where I will go again.”