Slide show

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Slide show

Life passes by so fast. One day we chilling together having a blast and the next day we changing diapers, wrinkled up on a path to forever. We don't know each other anymore, time has made us estranged despite the fact that we were bounded like a compound but now we just molecules co-existing on our own. What happened to the time? What happened to us? Damn, we just drifted apart like diverting roads, Vin Diesel on one side and Paul Walker on the other; I'll tell you all about my adventures when I see you again. Life is a slide show and I recount the memories we had, captured by my memory and replayed by my imagination, I still feel your presence, hear your laugher and mesmerized by the moment that seems to flicker like a dying star in the heavens. What happened to our plans and dreams? We used to think we could live forever, have it all, but now I have become narrowed and fixed on one path leading to nowhere. My life has become a looped record stuck in the comfortable known. I've internalized the lyrics and they don't mean much anymore, they don't mean anything. The sparkle in my eyes is dead buried in rue. So many could haves, so many should haves. Life is a tyrant marshaling us to expectations that don't matter. Life has spiraled out of control, I don't know who I am anymore and maybe I never will. Life is a slide show, I should have done more, sacrificed more, loved more, relied more on my own wits, built myself, instead I am stuck in mediocristan living a life that's not mine. So many mistakes and regrets, I should have treated you better, so many people I wish I could erase from my archives. I wish I could rewind time and stop time like a photograph, just to relive the moments one more time, moments you can't relive like the first steps, the new car smell, the first piece of furniture and still being a virgin. Now things have become obligation, a ritual, my innocence has long waned and my wonder of the world diminished. Time has staled my ambitions. While you have soared, lived up to all expectations and achieved your wildest dreams. How can there be so much contrast in our lives when we both share the same 24 hours? What went wrong in my life? Is it the decisions, the choices? How do you play the game successfully, is there a cheat code? One to fill the void in my heart and grant me eternal happiness. There was a time when we were happy, where did all that go? It's like life happened to me and I was a passenger, passive, hapless. Where did all the time go and why do I feel like a victim? Life is a slide show, one day you happy and filled with visions of the future and the next day you are old, grumpy and miserable awaiting transcendence. 

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