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I flip the hourglass to see time reverse. Before my eyes, I watch time passing. It is reversing back into the moments I cherished the most. I see them. I watch everything go by. Is this how they really were? 

Nostalgia can play tricks on you. Rose-colored lenses are blinding. I watch, the time isn’t ticking anymore. The hourglass stands still for the moment. I watch them, watch myself. I cannot reach or touch them but have no desire. No need to change the moment; it’s perfect as it is.

There is no way to know if it is real or if it is how I want to see it. I want to see it as it really was. This moment – it is too perfect. We were untouchable. The reality of the situation, we thought we were invincible. In the time, nothing would change, nothing would tear us apart. Everything had a way of turning out fine. It all turned out the way it was supposed to. The world was beautiful, and our lives were before us. Our friendships were unbreakable.

I remember the trials of the moments, but no longer want to see them. There is no reason to see them – only the smiles, the laughter. If I could stay in these moments forever, I would. Living in the past is a dangerous thing.

Life has moved forward, but I can stay here. I can stay in this moment forever. This isn’t the moment I’m in, though. I’m watching from the outside. To look in at the moment, it was beautiful. It’s something to cherish. 

The hard truth is that it isn’t real. It’s not real anymore. The time flew by, and everything changed now. I flip the hourglass again. I need to live in the present. The present time is different – it’s not what once was. People have passed away, people have moved on. The pill is hard to swallow.

It’s been a chase for the past while the present is passing me by. If I flipped the glass to recent times, all I would see is myself desperately reaching for the past. There’s no looking back anymore. The chances of going to the past are nonexistent. Times seemed much simpler than, but they weren’t.

The present is where I need to live. It’s where we all need to live. We need to look around, stop the run towards the brick wall. Every second, the wall is right behind us. How can we keep the search for it when the wall is endless? It’s infinite in every direction. We need to move forward. The past is untouchable. We can touch what’s here, what’s now. This is where I am. This is where I need to be.