Here I sit, trying to give a meaningful existence to my loneliness, tangled in my past; doing the math of what could’ve been done differently or avoided. But does it really matter now? Would I’ve been a better son, better friend or better lover, had I lived my life differently? Well, that’s something I’ll never know. What has been done is done. Life doesn’t have a reverse gear. There actually is no going back in time!
Physical things are easier to get rid of, but memories – memories of my past – will haunt me for the rest of my life.