If it was meant to be, then it would be. There is no way to turn back time and make the past the present again. That would make life like a skipping record, a skipping record, a skipping record, a skipping record, a skipping record…
Why is today such a waste of time if tomorrow is so untouchable and yesterday is completely dead and decaying?
The sound of clocks ticking annoys me. One more second gone to waste. Now another second wasted thinking of the previous wasted second. Now another, and another, and another. It is like a black hole of seconds that turn into minutes, hours, days, weeks, years, eons.
Let’s play the estimating game. Let’s estimate how much time it takes for the average person to convince themselves they are happy and fulfilled each day. Forgetting: work stress, family stress, stresses within those stresses, the plausible traffic jam at 4:32, the static over the phone line while ordering lunch that causes the restaurant to send the wrong thing, the kids’ refusal to do their homework, the wife’s refusal to cook dinner, the husband’s refusal to fix the sink. If we figure five minutes spent negating each issue, then it is clear that there is not enough time in the day to even attempt such a feat. One can then assume that it is impossible for the average person to be happy and fulfilled.