When do people become satisfied with saying, "I've lived a good life," instead of continuing that life? When do people sit back and smile at memories, but stay with their routine everyday, day in and day out? When are old stories between friends, enough for some people?
I never want to be able to say that I've lived. I want to be living.
No matter what you think, I've decided no one can "start fresh". Sure, the feeling is amazing, the feeling of "becoming a new person", but it's all just an illusion.