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They say good things never last, and never before have I more reason to believe in the truth of that testimony. Now and then, we come across near perfect phases in our life where, if we are lucky, can last for months. These are times when friendships look bright and promising, all pursuits flourish and overall, you are just content to be living in the world. Then there comes the onset of an imminent separation from all that seeming goodness.
During that time, you realise how truly fragile these perfect worlds, which take all the energy and dedication of some to build up, are. They break, and all you're left with is a mere memory of better times. Over time, you become adjusted to that very loss. I'm not pitying myself, and neither am I in a low period of my life, but on looking back, I do regret the loss of opportunities that I did not fully embrace and experience to its full.
What is more disheartening is that there is no sure indication of whether another of those phases will come again. Even then, will I know how to react and handle the situation at hand to its full potential? Will I leave myself disappointed? Either way, it could also be interpreted as wanting something I probably know I never will have again. It's sad really.
On a lighter note, do you like my new journal? I've started this one since a random stranger seems to be stalking me on my old one. Transfers of my old journal to this one will start happening soon, but I'm too hungry to do so as of yet.