Sometimes it is hard to believe how fast an hour passes. Sometimes it is hard to believe how fast a year passes.

Sometimes it is hard to believe how fast a life has passed.

I'm living in my dream world but I realize now that I am here I never sat down and thought about what it would be like to be here. To get "it", to become what was once only a a dream.

All I ever thought about was wanting it. What happens when you no longer have something to want? Something to chase? Something to fiend for?

When the past looks better than the present even thought the present today is much better on paper?

But what is paper when I throw it away?