How do you feel about memory? Is it a blessing or a curse to you? Something else entirely?

I use my past to make art. Draw upon it for lessons of wisdom. Some of what I experienced, however, I have allowed to be a hindrance to my present.

I like what F. Scott Fitzgerald says at the end of The Great Gatsby.

"So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."