There's not much I can do… time slips quietly through our fingers, and all that remains are the echoes of memory. That is life — and by the time we truly understand how fleeting it is, we've already reached the middle of our journey, looking back with longing… wishing we could return, be young once more, and mend the things we left broken.

Now, and for the rest of our days, the very fact that we still feel — regret, yearning, hope — means that God is letting us taste what it truly means to be alive. And for that, we can only whisper our thanks… for the ache, the beauty, and the gift of feeling at all.

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- Husband, father and software developer