What do you do when gripped by an irrational longing to relive the distant days of your childhood? To return, just once, to those who surrounded, supported, and nurtured you—who made it possible for you to stand on your own and live a life no longer tethered to theirs. How do you thank those who loved you unconditionally, who now exist only in your memory?
This is, of course, the natural order of things. We are but fleeting actors in life’s vast unfolding, playing our parts before stepping aside. Yet as we look back on the years left behind, we realize how much has already slipped away. The ones who brought us into this world, who tended to us during our helpless times, who kept us from harm and guided us into understanding—those to whom we owe everything—are all gone. All that remains are the imprints they left in the mind.
Life reveals itself through experience, and we gather those lessons slowly, over time. But time, relentless and indifferent, ages us as we try to make sense of it all. By the time we begin to grasp what life truly means, much of it has elapsed. The people who shaped us, who loved us without condition, have vanished. And we are left with the ache of missed chances—words left unspoken, mistakes left uncorrected, moments we wish we could reclaim. We yearn for just a little more time with those who gave us so much, without any expectation of anything in return.
Looking back on how it was in the years gone by, the good times that we had, makes today seem rather sad. So much has changed. Gone are those days and those people. We feel wistful but there is no undoing it, no way around it.