I’m old, I’ve come to live with that fact. But I still wonder as to where the hell all the time went.
When the hell did I get too old to pursue my childhood dreams? When the hell did I get too old to follow any dream? Where the hell did the time go? I wish it would return. I would have done things differently. I would have ignored a lot more people. Said no more often. Loved more passionately. Lived much more loosely. I would have talked longer, laughed louder, hugged longer, and ran faster.