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Buddhism, chasing cars, children, goodbye, loss, love, meaning, Philosophy, photography, rain, revelry, snow patrol, thoughts
Life is never like the songs you used to sing.
Sometimes chasing cars means not wanting to say goodbye instead of being lost together with your love.
When we are young, we love magic. When we are old, we love ghosts. Neither truly exists in the present. Both are wanting more than is possible.
