Isn't it sad when something starts to fade away? It can be a passion, an emotion, a figment of one's imagination, a once vivid memory, knowledge ... It can be anything. Like sand, it starts to slip through your fingers. Sometimes, you take notice but can't do anything about it. Sometimes, you try to grasp as much as you could but still it slowly disappears ... How could you have lost it when it used to be yours? The saddest thing is when you only notice once it's gone. When nothing can be done anymore. Or when you continue to deny that it's no longer a part of you a long time after it has left. It's called FATE and it entails ACCEPTANCE. Out with the old and in with the new. Probably, someday, you'll be holding something better. And probably, who knows, it's there to stay.