With each passing moment I'm becoming part of the past. There is no future for me, just the past steadily accumulating.

You need to come face-to-face with the past, not as some naive, easily wounded boy, but as a grown-up, independent professional. Not to see what you want to see, but what you must see. Otherwise you'll carry around that baggage for the rest of your life.

At some point the future becomes reality. And then it quickly becomes the past.

Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.

A person's last moments are an important thing. You can't choose how you're born but you can choose how you die.

No matter what they wish for, no matter how far they go, people can never be anything but themselves. That's all.