Time it was, and what a time it was.

"Ain't love grand? This is exactly what I'm talking about. What does that even mean, 'love'? Do you know? Do you? Anybody? If somebody gave me this card, Mr. Vance, I would eat it. It's these cards, and the movies and the pop songs, they're to blame for all the lies and the heartache, everything. We're responsible. I'm responsible. I think we do a bad thing here. People should be able to say how they feel, how they really feel, not you know, some words that some stranger put in their mouths. Words like 'love'... that don't mean anything. Sorry, I'm sorry. I quit. There's enough bullshit in the world without my help."

— Tom Hansen, 500 Days of Summer.

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Opportunity ought to be grasped before we lose 'em all.

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A good friend of mine said to me today,

"It's a never ending loss and diminishing returns because time is always running and even when we are gone, time will still be running."

I wasn't going to marvel at it very much, before I realised it sounded like something that could be taken off the Flashpoint comics.

It was only then that—the realisation about how that is obviously an understatement, but—I understood that firstly, I needed to stop playing with "em dashes" and secondly, I am getting old.

Once again, my friend was right about how "I did Nazi that coming." Hooray for his kind offer to lend me comic books

But nonetheless, the reality is real. My worries now are beyond the typical anxieties of getting old and getting married. Those are worries from a past phase at a younger age, and I worry about a million other things now; My biggest worry being—How to stop worrying entirely and just be flipping happy with whatever I have?


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We'll turn to ash before we can "ketchum" all.

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I'll begin another adventure today, going to a familiar place of green grass and fresh air.

I'll be on my own having a picnic with the little one and making the best of the time I have while I remain unemployed and carefree.

The slow pace of life has taken a toll on me, I age faster than when I'm faced with a pile of challenges.
I want to get excited all over again, look forward to a new obstacle with each fresh day of unexpected loads.

I want to feel human again.
I want to be like a mother to my little one, even though she is just an animal.
I soon realised that convincing myself to get married and have an actual child would not make me any happier than I am with this blissful freedom I have of taking my little one out for a jog or a walk while I breathe in the air that is different from the constraints of the four walls I chose to lock myself up in and run around despite failingly trying to cut corners.

I want to take responsibility.
I want to make a difference from the past mistakes I've ever made.
I soon realised that it is only myself who has to realise it, not place a label on every single object or person and try to get everything fixed when nothing was broken to begin with; I want a Tom Hansen in my life—I don't need one—to stay for good, and this time I am sure of it maybe because I woke up on a different side of the bed with my little one right next to me and she didn't move away from me like she used to.


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Things have changed. Things changed for the better.

I am different. I am a better different.


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I'll be at the greener pastures—listening to the wind blow, watching people fly kites, eating home-made food from a container, and smiling as my little one enjoys rolling around the grass patch—and it will all turn out more than fine; I'll be at peace.

And then it starts to pour, no surprise as it has been raining over the past few days and my little one doesn't leave my side because she's afraid; I'm still making my way there—I'll take a slow drive in my white vintage with my little one next to me around the Marina area until the rain simmers down—and nothing will stop me.

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Alles Gute zum Gerburtstag, Hitler! Lass dich schön feiern.


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We got way too much in common.
Since I'm being honest with you.

Who wants to love somebody like me?
You wanna love somebody like me?
If you could love somebody like me,
you must be messed up too.


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We can be anything we want to be.

There are endless possibilities in the mind, but ultimately only one certainty we ourselves can define and dictate.

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M.

A time of innocence.
A time of confidences.

Long ago, it must be.
I have a photograph.
Preserve your memories;
They're all that's left you.