Lately, due to a little surplus of normally deficient, so-called free time, I devoted some of it to perplexing thoughts about past. The past, if you wish. It's not very convenient, is it? I mean, so many would say they had better this or that changed in this or that way, or even not happened at all. I do not believe them to be quite true in such a saying. After all, you see, it's their past. And one isn't likely to part with a thing acquired after much struggle. Still, that falls short.
After some more thought it struck me that the only truly regrettable-cum-challenging past in our lives is just an other's past. One that we really can't do anything about.
Fire... is actually... warm.
After some more thought it struck me that the only truly regrettable-cum-challenging past in our lives is just an other's past. One that we really can't do anything about.
Fire... is actually... warm.
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Sometimes I feel like memories aren't real. You recall a moment in time, but you will never feel the way you felt in that moment. The entire context changes. You can't go back to who you were.
It's just gone.
We can't do anything about it.
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