Most days. Some days just pass by. Leaving us wondering, if we will ever make up for the lost time. I feel like I am eight years too late to write this story. Then again I get to write it. Should I be happy, should I condemn the delay? Can I ever make up for what I have lost? Should I rejoice my victory? I am going to leave the questions unanswered as of now. I will enjoy this day, today. Life is beautiful.