TAKE THAT! Take that feeling! Now engulf your life in people who painfully express that very sentiment so brilliantly that after hearing their words you find that you really didn't understand those ideas much to begin with at all and you feel lesser for it.

Now flash forwards 20-30 years: You're now a caretaker of your remaining parent, their health in a terminal spiral of decay after the loss of the first. You still work full-time, your own kids are growing older and out of touch as they explore their own lives. You are somewhat estranged with your own partner as the whole affair has been an unrelenting and daunting persistence of sheer will alone. You can't remember the last time you have had physical intimacy and you find you mind veering to the very notion of it even less.

In some outlet store, you are shopping for clothing for the ward that long ago brought you into life, you go though a lot these days, you don't need anything fancy. At this point the children's section really offers you you best bang for your buck for what you need. You'll shuffling though Sponge Bob PJ pants and your hands freeze as your ears pull the emergency break!

You hear THAT song! Twenty years later, the melody softly swaying in your atmosphere!

All at once, all of those things add up, each moment, each song; friends, ideas, ambitions--it hits you! You remember yourself--not as you 'are' *but as you *were and all that you hoped for all that you desired and then racing forth you are immediately and un-consensually assailed by all the things that have torn you from that trajectory.

You find yourself so alone for everything that was and the sorrow is punctuated by how clearly that purpose, that 'meaning' meant to you at that time.

But, the Squidworth PJ pants seem most appropriate. Perhaps there is still some lazy, leftover take-out in the fridge....