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As I write this, I am spending Yuletide in Salzburg. A day ago, I took the train to Vienna and stopped at the Café Mozart for lunch. There, as luck would have it, I ran into a good friend of mine who is some 15 years younger than me. After lunch, we decided to visit the Christmas markets. There, we drank Glühwein and he unburdened himself. My young friend has had his share of personal problems, and very much wants to move on with his life. However, as he talked I noticed a pattern showing up in his conversation, one which I had seen before. It was a tendency to dwell on the past. (more…)