And as time changes a person - if you are willing to embrace change - so does it also keep some people walking in the same circle; never going anywhere. Names and faces may be new but the stories are always the same. The bitterness and old hurts come up again and again; the conversation remains the same. Same. Repetition. Going nowhere. Even the physical parameters are the same - never a different scene. I cannot, in all good conscience, keep those kind of people in my life any longer, nor grant them re-entry.
I've forded a river I have no desire to recross; I'm quite content, happy, joy-filled with only positive things in and around my sphere. The real, daily world is out there - I live in it every day and I take part in things that matter to me. But what doesn't matter is how anyone on a treadmill lives. It's ponderous at best, ludicrous at most and I want nothing to do with it.
So the past firmly (yet easily) remains where it belongs - in the past.