We all make mistakes, some bigger than others, but none of us is perfect.

That was all part of giving someone a piece of your heart; they ended up taking a whole chunk of your mind and reserving it all for themselves.

Memories were fine but you couldn't touch them, smell them or hold them. They were never exactly as the moment was, and they faded with time.

That's what life is about: People come and go.

Often when we realize how precious those seconds are, it's too late for them to be captured because the moment has passed. We realize too late.

I just need to do something new.... I've got the big remote control of life in my hands, and I'm ready to start pushing some buttons.

In truth, we're all just pottering, filling the time that we have here, only we like to make ourselves feel bigger by compiling lists of importance.