Time, Death, Nostalgia, oh my! (Awaiting Flux)
Time has a very nasty habit of not moving when you're aware of it, it's sneaky like that, moving at a snail's pace at the very moment you need it to do the exact opposite. Then you blink, and all of a sudden, the best years of your life are gone, you're on your death bed surrounded by the people you love, the people you like, and the other dying people in the hospital who you hold a great indifference towards - your mind is racing, you've known this moment would come, you've known it your whole life, but now is the time to worry about if it was enough. Religion as a whole has bashed into everyone's head that your life is the rehearsal for the grand performance of passing away, I hope you've learnt your lines because the almighty is in the front row and he's ready to be entertained, he's watching your every move so you best not stumble or make any mistakes - he'll be watching, and he's a very harsh critic. So now you're worrying about ...