time in a bottle

I think "Time in a Bottle" is one of the two or three saddest songs in the world. It addresses the transitory nature of life in such a heartfelt way that it somehow transcends its own cheesiness. (Come to think of it, "Leaving On a Jet Plane" has a similar quality. These songs get stuck in our heads for a reason, after all.)
I am not looking backwards, these days. I am doing things now for the first time, not the last. And though in a way that is just as big, it does not feel so big, so important. In fact I feel small and humbled, rendered insignificant by this city that has seen it all, where everything has already happened.
I wish I could tell Robin that it's OK, that everything will be all right, but I am not sure. I can say from my own experience that it gets better after a time, when you stop saying goodbye and start being distracted by new things. But am I glad I did this? Was it worth it? I am not all sure. Ask me in a year. Five years.