The Past Does Not Exist

One of the first quotes from On Some Verses of Virgil really struck me because it is something that I have been dwelling on lately.
The soul craves what it has lost,
And wholly throws itself into the past.
PETRONIUS
I can't seem to live in the moment. As desperately as I try, I find myself always wishing I was somewhere that no longer exists. College is very difficult for me in this respect, people staying the same but the surroundings being unfamiliar. Comforting dorm rooms that I turned to for days on end for a whole year can quickly disappear in hours. I can return to the places but they are not there. My childish features and auburn hair of freshman year, it will never again be that healthy and my face will now look hopelessly exhausted. Dark rings under my eyes can't return to their blended creamy state. Old relationships can no longer be my solace. Listening to songs for the eighteenth time will never feel like that first brilliant burst of energy and inspiration. Today will never satisfy me.