What the ??

I find myself sitting back in contemplation more recently, than perhaps I ever have.
I find myself thinking of the old days (as though I'm old or something... pashawww!)
Remembering friendships long forgotten, some of whom just drifted away. Some of whom were taken, abruptly and unfairly by the Angel of Death. I don't know why exactly this is, or why it's bothering me as it is.
Remembering growing up, the stupid things I did as a teenager, the simple fact of how lucky I am to have survived those years.
Remembering my late teens and early twenties, when the whole world seemed as though it was ahead of me, and I hadn't the foggiest clue what the hell I was going to do with my life, in all reality.
Remembering certain adventures throughout the years, wishing I could have had more of them.
I wonder how my life came to be what it is. I wonder how many people in all the world around me wonder exactly the same thing. My guess is pretty much every single person who has ever and will ever live. So it's not as though I'm special, because I'm just one of the many. But still.