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the fact that time passes and things change and people leave and you can only go back to a place physically and you will never be 14 15 16 againâŠâŠâŠâŠ.. i donât understand how we are meant to endure that
do you ever stop and realize that people probably discuss you from time to time when you arent around to witness it
not , even in a specifically positive or negative way just like
people mention you, or think of you, you occur to people sometimes
thats the most unnerving thing that i can think of, thats so weird, that i exist to people when im not even interacting with them
found this
A part of being an adult is living with regret and not allowing it to consume you. The older you get, the more mistakes youâve made, opportunities youâve missed, people youâve disappointed. And every day you have to remind yourself to be kind and forgiving of yourself. You accept and love the you from the past and understand that itâs all a part of the process. Then you move on and live your best life, knowing now as old as you feel today, youâll never be this young again.
Poem originally by http://furbyinawig.tumblr.com
what are your twenties if not an endless string of the ghosts of who you thought you would become
âYou remember too much, my mother said to me recently. Why hold onto all that? And I said, Where can I put it down?â
â Anne Carson, excerpt from âThe Glass Essayâ