Good ol' days

They're always lurking behind your back no matter what. Forcing you to reminisce and at the same time wonder, how beautiful it would be if the concept of space and time didn't exist at all. Going back in time would be as easy as rotating a knob. Imagine if you had the chance to re-experience all of the good moments from the past. How on earth could one turn down such offer? But if all of that were true, then what would be the meaning of life? What's the point of making compromises and taking endless risks? (Honestly, I also don't have the answer for that just yet.)