phylosophy out of a friend's messenger nickname (XXV)

can't go back to the place where i used to be. sometimes we cannot, that's true. but sometimes we can; the question is, do we really want to? i doubt it. i wouldn't want it, anyway. there is a reason for me not to be there any more, after all. that place you mention might be a place where you were happy, where everything was well, where you had to worry about nothing. but it's no longer like that, you know? now that place is empty, as an hold home you've left because you needed some place bigger for all your stuff. it no longer means happiness; between its walls only the memories survived. memories of that time of happiness, a time that shall never return. going back there would bring no joy, only sadness, a deep sadness for your loss. and the present is sad enough as it is. let the past remain where it belongs: buried by the sands of time.