It is a funny thing when we realize everything was just not fine even in the happiest life.
Didn't matter as long as they were just fine. They would be the best they could be expected. Nothing less.
Is it an ink? Well, I missed too many lifes to replay, too many smiles to rewrite. And too many treasures, to put properly.
Life comes too fast. It flashes and barely to stay. You just let it go, with no longer anxious to capture the details.