My dear,

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.

Let us old people lead as example. Cease the day, for life is too short. Seriously, do it.

Falsely yours,
A. Nonymous