the paradox of life is that time remains loyal only to your nemesis.
how else can you explain the fact that time gallops when you wish it to crawl, and vice versa.

sleight of hand and twixt of fate. u2 got it spot on.

but it is within these times that you make illuminating discoveries, or create a lifelong memory that you can hold onto forever, given that the moments are the ones which play you as the fool.
your wish, or your desperate need to grasp onto that minute of euphoria can be successfully turn into an eternal tender stirring, provided you have mastered the art of reminising.

so in your quiet solitude, or even in the peak of your social entertaining, these memories creep up, for you to view them as dark haunting shadows, or maybe one that sparks off that little hint of the smile you wore not so very long ago.

but it gets depressing when you somehow blame your reactions as weaknesses in character. the guilt from the constant transporting to the past which has affected your ability to live your present life fully begins to consume you.
and that's where the vicious cycle begins.

it is unfortunate that we keep turning our heads and misconstrue the feelings we had then were still felt now. when what we should have done was to leave them behind. but human nature has not served us this purpose. call it avoidance, detachment, or pure blindness, this self destructing methods will always suffice, unless we have enough experience to exorise the demons we have possessed ourselves.

move on, move on.simple words big actions.
but not too big for anyone to do.

and that, is the epiphany for today.