I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don’t have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.
The water that you touch in a river the last of that which has passed, and the first of that which comes is coming. Thus it is with time present.
The only saving grace of the present is that it’s too damned stupid to question the past very closely.
People like us, who believe in physics, know that the distinction between past, present, and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.
Let the future tell the truth, and evaluate each one according to his work and accomplishments. The present is theirs; the future, for which I have really worked, is mine.