People live in the shadow of regret — of forlorn dreams and discarded desires. Often are the pursuits of passion found left to cinder, burnt down within the grasp of capitalism, and packed away as an all too late reminder at one’s own deathbed. In the glimmer of our reflection’s final end we are met with a shade of sorrow: to have died in dissatisfaction — to have lived bereft of proverbial fulfillment. If only there…
