Forever in my heart

Look, nothing is eternal. The world is no longer the same as it was ten or twenty years ago. Everything loses its color, its reason for existing, with each passing day. I don't fit in anywhere, living a life in pieces, trying to find meaning where there was once certainty. Time is cruel; it happens to everyone, it's like waking up on a Monday and realizing the storm has passed, taking with it what was good.

I hate nostalgia.. I am grateful for what has passed; it made me who I am today, and everything will remain in my heart. But to be stuck in this corny feeling that the past was better… no. The future offers no guarantees; I have to create them. At best, face time as if there were no more time. Tick-tock, tick-tock.

But what a bad taste… don't go back to the past. Everything only happens once; the supernatural cannot be seen. And, if you try to repeat it, the very awareness of the act will prevent you from feeling it.

Let it go. Let it come back, just in a different way, in another family, in another cycle. Learn to close doors and move on. That's it. The cycle of life in action., with time being the engine of change.

Today I find myself remembering your words. You said I would regret it. Well, here I am, in 2025, regretting it. Flirting with nostalgia. Imagining if I could go back in time. Just to admit: you were right. Time is my greatest enemy.