Things change.
It's why people experience nostalgia. Sometimes life changes for the better, and sometimes it doesn't. I sometimes wonder what would have happened had I not talked to this person, gone to that place, and then I remind myself I'm being an idiot because I can't unsee things, and there is no such thing as brain bleach. That will never change, so there's no use feeling regret.
Sometimes, late at night, when I stare at my ceiling blankly, I can almost feel the time passing by. My arm twitches; I could have done so many things, been so much. I blink; a third of a second, lost forever. The rest of my life is that much shorter. What if I never find enough time, in the end?
And now I'm ending this post before it gets too depressing, because that would truly be a waste of time.
Edit 19/6/11: Must stop writing maudlin crap.
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