The first day of the rest of my life, and Iโm not sure I want to be here. I know I should be thanking somebody for this, but I really donโt feel like it. Instead, I wish they hadnโt bothered.
Cecelia AhernOur life is made up of time; our days are measured in hours, our pay measured by those hours, our knowledge is measured by years. We grab a few quick minutes in our busy day to have a coffee break. We rush back to our desks, we watch the clock, we live by appointments. And yet your time eventually runs out and you wonder in your heart of hearts if those seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years and decades were being spent the best way they possibly could. In other words, if you could change anything, would you?
Cecelia AhernNobody's life is filled with perfect little moments. And if it were, they wouldn't be perfect little moments. They would just be normal. How would you ever know happiness if you never experience downs?
Cecelia AhernHundreds of butts in piles on the ground to mark the spot, their lives sucked out of them by their users in panicked distressed frenzy, their souls floating around the insides of lungs while their outsides were dropped, stamped on and deserted
Cecelia AhernPerhaps it would have been easier if I said that not being able to find something is like suddenly not remembering the words to your favorite song that you knew by heart. Itโs like suddenly forgetting the name of someone you know really well and see every day, or the name of a television show you watched for years. Itโs something so frustrating that it plays on your mind over and over again because you know thereโs an answer but no one can tell you it. It niggles and niggles at me and I canโt rest until I know the answers.
Cecelia Ahern