Seldom are we given the chance of standing behind the looking glass to stare straight into our past, to see it clearly for what it was, with every detail. I was given such chance for a moment, and it made me remember just how much I miss it, and how much I liked it. Its passing was inevitable, but not without sorrow. There are those who claim not to know what would fulfill them, what would made them tick. By looking back I suddenly learned exactly what made me tick. But I had to let it go, had to abandon that path and find another one. Now they've crossed for a moment, in a weird way, my path and the one I forsook so long ago, And for some reason it just feels so wrong.