Whether you like it or not, you have to accept some things. Even if you can do something about it, you don’t. After that, you can’t do much about it. You can only have so many chances, opportunities to grasp, before time runs out. Time, people, life, doesn’t wait for you. A bullet doesn’t wait to hit its target, words don’t wait to reach the ears, sights don’t wait to enter the eyes, and a bunch of other crud nobody gives a **** about.