If I could turn back time I would. I would take away a lot of words (at least from my side) and replace them with something that would make more sense today.
I would, if I could turn back time, be smarter, stronger and more honest about what I wanted to no one but myself.
Today, I count back time to the good ones and the bad and I realize that I don’t cry for what could have and would have been. I cry for what I have lost.
It’s never easy to lose something. Perhaps the only folly in life we commit is being so attached to something that its going away can create a void that takes forever to fill.
As we grow up these tiny empty spaces in our hearts increase – The loss of a loved one, the end of a relationship, the death of someone who matters.
We keep going back to wonder, what different we could have done, how we could have spent our time better – cherished, loved and soaked it all in. But time doesn’t go back.
The one option that remains is to move forward, the only way ahead - Hoping that someday, light will fill these empty spaces and somehow we will be healed.