J.M.

Today I thought for a moment I found out what it means to be a true man. I thought it meant you stood up for yourself no matter what, and not let your inhibitions get the better of you. But I was wrong.
The real man is the one who faces his shortcomings and makes amends for them, even if it is quite a daunting thing to open up.

I'm glad I realised this before it was too late.

I.F.M.F.

"Time, which changes people, does not alter the image we have retained of them".

Marcel Proust.

V.

Giving up something is never easy, and with time it gets harder to let things go. After a while, the things you do and have become a part of you, and it can feel like you're losing a part of your identity. This in itself is quite a scary thought, that the very essence of your being is vanishing away into nothingness.
I know it can often seem like you should carry something on because if you give it up, no matter what, it will appear to others that you lack integrity. Even when the best choice is to do what you know is right, this still gets in the way.

Just try and remember why you did it in the first place, and keep comfort in the knowledge that being unique isn't being someone you're not.

T.S.

"We are the neighbours!"

L.A.S.

Time has a strange way of moulding itself around you. As much as man can hope to conquer the earth, the universe and more importantly himself, time will always remain as elusive as the wind.
As I've mentioned before, it's quite nice not to bear some responsibilities, and time is exactly the same. Like a set menu, our future is more or less mapped out for us, but it is the choices we make, however insignificant they may appear, that make the overall difference.

My only advice (and I suppose I too should heed its call) is this; don't ruin the future by spending the present worrying about the past.