We are what we remember. If we lose our memory, we lose our identity and our identity is the accumulation of our experiences. When we walk down the memory lane, it can be unconsciously, willingly, sel...
By some tear in the wish fabric, or the casting of a prayer, or the falling of some lonely star, the enchanted garden was not lost to me, but lost in me.
But time given to wishing for what can't be is not only spent, but wasted, and for all that we waste we shall be accountable.
The worst thing you can do is make money at the expense of losing your time.