To be clear headed rather than confused; lucid rather than obscure; rational rather than otherwise; and to be neither more, nor less, sure of things than is justifiable by argument or evidence. That is worth trying for. Don't we remember all the moments we remember the best, framed in poems and in pictures, sang aloud in refrains? Does this cycle of pain and disdain for the past not work exactly the same? Maybe it's just as much about what comes our way as it is how we react. Just as much about the things that we've still got as it is about the things we lack. I know we won't always keep around those we feel we need. Some will fade in the frames, some were born to leave. But if we're still here and we still breathe, at least we've still got time. Stay with me, lets just breathe.