This is the moment of the heart’s final detachment…when we leave this child-eyed wonder behind, never realizing until it’s too late that we can never go back to find it.
In the words of the great, late David Foster Wallace, this is the beginning of unconsciousness.
“The gnawing sense of having had, and lost, some infinitely necessary thing.”

It’s a bummer, basically:)

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