Time

It just seems to slip away.
One minute you're lost in the mundane tasks of the everyday, and then all of a sudden you're pelted with the bricks of reality. You're knocked out of the state of being unaware to the life going on around you, and tossed into the awareness that life's not fair.
It'll never work.
You wont be happy.
It's too hard.
Why bother taking a chance when all it will accomplish is failure and unhappiness?
Why open ourselves to a world of hurt when we can bask blissfully in the inattention?
It's understandable to believe that if you don't try no pain will come of it. But isn't that where the pain begins -- In that you never even tried? Does pain begin to occur because what we've done, or what we haven't done?
So many regrets...

You try to close yourself off to the world around you so that you don't feel the suffering that haunts us like a cloud. Walls and barriers are our shelter, protecting us from the sorrow. But when that one leak happens, the whole fortress comes tumbling down and you're left a blubbering mess trying to piece back some semblance of what you used to have.

We can look back on ourselves our whole lives wondering "what if," and "why didn't I." The questions we should ask though, are "why not," and "why can't I."
I often go back and try to pinpoint the moment where things start to change and things fall apart, and usually it's recognizable. The tell-tale signs are there, and I've become so attuned to those moments the pain never really hits because I'm already prepared.
But why can't it work, just once?
Will I always be the person who destroys my own happiness?
Or will people always continue to stomp on my hope of the future until I eventually give up?

I wish I could change time.