Years, months, and minutes come rushing back. It is the way it is. There is no logic in chronological; nor is there an order. Time: it happens as it does, as it will, as it always has. Take what you can and try to shy away from the difficulties and disappointments. In those meaningful moments, suck all you can from the marrow, leaving enough goodness for the next time (and the time after that). Anticipation. We need something to look forward to, and it is often the next time.