It's like chasing a sunset over a hill... You run up that hill to catch just one glimpse of the rays last burst through the clouds... You race briskly to embrace the final prismatic sliver of life for the day, but it's like the sun is just plain faster. You can't stop it, you can't control it, and thats just plain life.
You try to forget that you let it go, that you let it slip away but it's a memory without a lifespan, it fades only when it's ready to fade.
You can walk the same path, the same hill, but with newly paved roads... but you still know the footsteps that are engraved in the path beneath you. You can crunch upon a season's worth of newly fallen leaves, but still feel the crunch from the year before. You can even put on a different jacket, but the temperature will still remain, and that protection will still not suffice.
What it really comes down to is no matter how many more sunsets you chase, you'll never get over the first one you let slip away until you change your path. The past is inevitable but the path is not. Sometimes a new route is necissary in order to grasp the brighter colors and to capture that sun before it sets. Sometimes you need a new hill to climb to really appreciate the sky ahead of you and to really capture the one that makes it all worth it.
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