When your life flashes by you, the inexplicable tinge of sadness, of letting go engulfs the present. The entire journey rewinds, each event, each frame struggling to fill milliseconds. Not enough time. Even with the sands of time contriving to slow the descent into the realms of uncertainty, one must surely lament the inevitability. Question not, you say. Just release. Because when you do, you can then, without regrets, bid farewell. Goodbye, and if it shall come to pass, ethereal beauty beckons.
My life flashed by me today. If I could relive my whole life thus far in that split second, time to consider fulfillment for what is left to grasp.
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