Yet I have come to believe that while the past is unchangeable, our perceptions of is are malleable...

because the past was always around her and might return at any time. It prowled the world searching for her, and she knew it was growing angrier at every passing day.

Things changed, people changed, and the world went rolling along right outside the window.

The past was gone and the future had yet to unfold, and he knew he should focus his life on the present…yet his day-to-day existence suddenly struck him as endless and unbearable.

I've come to believe that in everyone's life, there's one undeniable moment of change, a set of circumstances that suddenly alters everything.

We're not the same people we were then. We've changed, we've grown.