Archetypal.

Someday I'll look back, remember these days and regret. All the things I did, or rather, didn't do. The words left unsaid. The memories, inexistent. Someday I'll look back and remember how I was 19 and indisputably lost. The decisions that catapulted me into unfamiliar realms. The promises I wanted to keep, but let slip. The shouts and screams that wrecked relationships. 

Someday I'll also look back and recall how despite the impossible predicaments, I found comfort. 

You are the air I breathe, you are the ground beneath me. -Casting Crowns