Dwelling on the past is often portrayed as a waste of mental space and energy. It is not.
It is through dwelling that I piece my story together. My higher self and child self blend together for a mixture of wisdom, vulnerability, and storytelling, leaving in their wake an energy that is accessible to a good number of struggling humans.
Perspective on what has been will be different when I am at a coffee shop downtown, at a concert, in a garden full of petunias and Buddha statues, in bed after waking suddenly at three in the morning. The more I think and travel, the more nuanced the story becomes, truths weighed against one another to see which is closest to my truth.
None of it would be possible without dwelling.
By all means, dwell.
The world could become better for it.