This is so not me.

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A drop of my foamy toothpaste dripped on to my tee while brushing.
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The usual awkward position it always land.
But his usual weird laughter was not heard .
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I felt nostalgic.. At the same time, an indescribable sense of strangeness.
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Reminiscence is paralytic.
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It makes one feel helpless. Helplessly helpless.
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Being unable to navigate the direction of changes is frustrating.
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Why must things always have changes.

Why is change the only constant.

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People changes, be it drastic or minor. Face this inevitability.
We are not free to choose. It's the only choice, like it or not.

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"I have not changed a bit. I am still me. "
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Many are oblivious to changes taking place in them.

Many think that " Come on. HOW MUCH CAN I CHANGE? "

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You don't know. But I know. It's too scary to watch and too cruel to tell.

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Looking on the brighter side.

Give yourself a consoling pat on the shoulder.

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No matter how the world changes.
The past will never change.
Good times in our memories will always be good times.
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Bad memories are to be let go of. Now we do have a choice here.
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The present possessions that are held so firmly in our clenched fists,
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Will oneday slip away too,
Becoming a tiny part of your huge jig-saw puzzle of memories.
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Learn to treasure.
Take a close look at the people around you ,
People you now think that they will be with you forever.
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They may not be there anymore the next time you read another post reminding you to do so.
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The darkest hour is just before dawn.
I know that. But. So what.
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It seems to be at infinity for now.

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