“What time is it?” Miller asked. “Late.” The word had depth to it. Late. It was late. All the chances to make things right had somehow passed him.
– Leviathan Wakes, James S.A. Corey
It’s not that things aren’t right, they’re just so different than I’d planned. I have so many regrets I’ve spent years denying. And yet, so many things I love have come from letting this life happen to me. But I’m old, I’m old, I wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. I’m never going to accomplish any of the things I thought mattered, because the truth is that I’m running out of time. All of us, running out of time.
And then we don’t leave a ripple as we sink.