Very often, I would sit and wonder, if my life is made up of missed opportunities. It feels as if I am always just a step away from reaching something. I don’t exactly know what that something is, nor even if that something really exists.
Very often, I would sit and reflect, if my life is like playing a game of catch. It feels as if I am always turning the corner too slowly. Playing catch with something that is elusive is tiring. Especially when you don’t know what it is you are trying to find.
Very often, I would sit and imagine, my life is filled with moments. It feels as if I am stitched together with snatches of time. A work-in-progress, never really completed, a patchwork quilt of moments.
The moment has passed.
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