Elsewhere: Death of a Dream

At some point, you realize it’s useless to wish for things to go back to “the before”. Maybe you go through the seven stages of grief, maybe you just go through one long stage of depression, but at some point, you’ll get bored and have to figure out what this brave new world's deal is. You’ll never see them again. That was the last time you’ll ever be there and you didn't even know it. You keep walking through doors until you run out of them, and even when you think you’ve turned back, you haven’t. It just looks the same. It’s not the same.

Time is a ruthless playwright, change is its favorite trope.

So how do you savor the present without the fear of losing it later?