The strange thing about life, is that we only look back at our past mistakes, we cry over yesterday's ghosts and cut over yesterday's meltdown. We act as if we're normal. But we know we never will be. We can't be normal, because there is no normal. We spend too much time looking back at the places we've been, all the things that time washed away and all the lies that a single tongue has woven. We turn our heads, looking back to the beginning and thinking about how we'd change everything if we had a second chance. We spend so much time looking back, that we never see what's ahead.