What is Different?

Sure, life isn’t the same when you’re older. It moves like water—always shifting, never quite the same from one moment to the next—and maybe that’s what makes it worth living: the movement, the growth, the chance to understand. Thinking you can return to a better time is a comforting lie, but the truth is, you can’t. The moment you’re in is the only one that’s real, the only one that can be shaped. And yeah, it’s not easy, especially when you look behind and whisper, “Hey… I want what I had.” But that time is gone. You’re not the same person you were, and you never will be again—and maybe that’s okay. That’s what I keep telling myself: not to look back, not to drag the pain of the past into the light of my future. When I leave this existence, I want my sins, my mistakes, and the hurt I’ve carried to stay behind while I move forward toward whatever comes next. Will it happen? Maybe. And maybe—just maybe—I’ll be forgiven, by my family, my friends… and, most of all, by myself.

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