With my eyes turned to the past, I walk backwards into the future.
With my self facing the past, I walk backwards, wrongly presuming the road ahead looks like the road behind. With my back faced towards the front, I bump and hit obstacles unnecessarily.. if only I’d turn and look forward. With my eyes turned to the past, I find myself living there; I find myself rejecting the future and it’s change.
But the road does not care about me and the direction in which I face, it changes and swerves and continues ahead no matter.