Did you ever have a really big event that altered the course of your life?
It can be tragic, but as time ticks on, you begin to wonder. Was it part of the master plan? Was something bigger at work? Or is good made from bad?
It shapes who you are so much so you don't know what you would be like if it hadn't happened. Would you even like the person you would be if it hadn't happened? Where would you be? Certainly not where you are. Do you like where you are?
How much time should be spent remembering? Wondering? Wishing?
On the anniversary I don't like to think of what "could" have been; that's not getting me anywhere. I like to think of what I need to change to go where I want to go and be who I want to be from here on out.
We have this one life and just this one chance. I want to make the best of it and on the anniversary of a tragic day, that's what I hold on to: make the best of what you've got—you don't know how long you'll have it or how quickly it could all change.
Cherish the time.