How can you judge what you did yesterday for today is a new day, a new page, a new beginning?

Rather than turning the page, it's much easier to just throw the book away.

How can you feel love if don't know what love is?

There is a fable in the forest
Whispered by the branches, as they blow.
A tale about the truth of leaving
Things that no longer help you grow.
For on the surface it looks simple,
Like you only need lace your boots,
But there is nothing quite as painful
As untangling your roots.
And proof is found in tree stumps
Of the price some pay to flee,
That they would cut their lives in half
To cut the time before they're free.
Yet from the little left behind
Life has been known to grow again,
For unless you take your roots
A part of you will still remain.

Be still in the presence of the Lord and wait patiently for Him to act!

You raze the old to raise the new.