Oh, sister, when I come to knock on your door,
Don't turn away, you'll create sorrow.
Time is an ocean but it ends at the shore
You may not see me tomorrow.
Oh, Sister - Desire - 1976
Forgive and forget Bob tells us for you may not see me tomorrow. Time does go on forever but our time here is limited so why waste it on petty grudges and jealousy? I'd like to avoid the past but perhaps were doomed to do so, like F Scott Fitzgerald wrote in the closing line of his Great Gatsby.
"So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."