‎…It was just the essence of human life. It remained so, that we hardly went back somewhere, sometime we’ve been. We could wish all we want, hope all we want to be back at sometime in our past, probably because we were happy, contented, loved, and/or successful at such times; and maybe after all we made it back; we wouldn’t want to remain there, we couldn’t. For our old lives we eventually realize is to small to fit us anymore, our past as become the box that just wouldn’t fit in our lives. Lost Friends, Lost Love, Old Success, Old Status…

Thing_Is_I_am_ No_longer_the _same_person.

Happy New Year 🙂


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