It takes a while.

There's always that split second delay-- when anger rises, when desperation grows, when regret finally surfaces.

But it also takes a while for us to learn and succeed and finally figure out who we are in this eternal mess we call our lives, and what we ultimately plan to do with the remaining pieces of our sanity we've managed to salvage.

My friend Reggie asked me just minutes back, "when did life get so fcked up?"

Maybe it always was, we just took a while to realize.