Do certain events in our lives leave a permanent mark, freezing a piece of us in time, and that becomes a touchstone that we measure the rest of our lives against?

I suppose you're right about some perspectives. Just a few weeks ago, I thought you were a dickhead.

The world before us is a postcard, and I imagine the story we are writing on it.

Percentages! Those are for economists, polls, and politicians. Percentages can't define your identity.

It can take years to mold a dream. It takes only a fraction of a second for it to be shattered.

My timing is off. But I had to get it out. Some things you have to tell, no matter how stupid they may sound. Some things you can't save for later. There might not be a later.

...and time becomes a forgotten detail.