life makes quick changes: some of them are planned and other are just very unexpected. 
sometimes people find themselves in unimaginable situations, perhaps they don't even realize they're inside of this snow ball that escalates as it goes down the hill... it's like they're lost in a dream and they wait till they're ready to wake up. 
reality check: life is nothing but a dream that we all choose to command because unless you touch it and grab it with your two hands and hold on to it with your own damn life, chances are it's going to fade, and once that happens, so will your soul. 
the thing is: people never know how strong they are or how much they can take until they're put into a certain amount of pain that pushes them to break or feel weak. frequently the odds are against them, but somehow they get through it, and it's shocking that one day you're walking down the road on your way home but all of the sudden it turns into a never ending road, destination: still home. 
it's crazy how quick it all changes: in a blink of an eye it disappears and you either pretend it was never there or accept the fact that it's gone even though you won't ever be able to forget it. 
people don't realize that it's impossible to forget... they tend to keep their memories in old boxes in their old attic and lie to themselves about not wishing they could re-live them or simply open those boxes, every once in a while, to remember how it felt. 
life is tricky and it will drive you to complete madness. you must learn how to play life, otherwise life will play you. 
it's funny that when you're a kid and you're supposed to appreciate what surrounds you, like the sunrise or the sunset, the family dinners and the car rides and the broken bones and bike falls, but once you achieve adulthood you throw it all away, just like you do when you try to forget, like your past is worthy of being trashed, but like a written paper or paint on a wall it is permanent. 
people are sometimes afraid of "forever", because they think it is never enough or they are never going to be enough; not enough time to devote, not enough love to give, not enough space for themselves let along someone else. they're fools, I must say. 
what's the point of living in a house with windows and doors if they're locked? burn it all down, sit quietly and observe the light of the fire as it warms your heart. ashes will be left on the floor but won't be forgotten. the wind will blow and they will fly, just like you would if you could.