Temporary. Everything. All of it. Even the best of it, especially the best of it. We only have so many years to know human love, and do human things. Love them, all of them, even the painstaking ones. They, too, will not last. They are the experience. The insecurity? The experience. The heartache? The experience. The joy? The experience. There is nothing lost if we learn something from it. Your willingness to fail is proportionate to your potential to gain, and to grow. The timer never stops running. All you will regret is not reaching harder for the things you actually wanted, while they were still in front of you.