something that tends to depress me from time to time is the fact that most things never get resolved. when i think back on my life, i find countless things that i wanted to progress in some way or another, that instead just faded out of the limelight.

lost romances, unfulfilled goals, chances at things i will never get again. it's not to say that these things are regrets; i have come to accept them as they are and how they affected my life. it just worries me that i was able to lose any passion for these things that i felt so strongly at some time or another.

my mind then turns to the things i am passionate about now. how many of them will fade away from my memory? is there anything i can do to prevent this from happening, or is it just part of "how things go"?

i suppose i try to pre-empt all of this by trying to remain stoically calm and emotionally uninvested.

and so i worry that what i think i love in my life is simply mislabeled as such. maybe love is inherently transient; but that doesn't sound like it would be an accurate description for something that's supposed to be so noble.