We never know we're living the beginning of something until some time later, when we start to remember things and think - "Ah, yes, back then..." or even "There was this one time...". The weight of "back then" makes us aware of time passing by.
Sometimes, it's not even the beginning of anything, but it's a moment that keeps coming back, preceded by "back then" or by "one time" and we wonder why should that have been the end as well? Why do some moments take place, leave such vivid memories and just never happen again? Never allowing for something that will last, always marking the beginning and end of something intense.
Like pills of euphoria.
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