Music to my Heart, Melancholy

So, I admit it, I have a lot junk in my CD collection. I didn't think it was junk when I bought it, but I was sixteen when I did, so I didn't think much at all. Over the years, many of these albums stayed unused and unheard. Now, with the iPOd (which I love, I mentioned before again and again) everything is in there, and I hear everything.
Anyway, I was listening through to the list of all my albums, when suddenly, "Slave to the Grind" came up. To those unaware, "Slave to the Grind" is an album by a band called "Skid Row" which was around for about five years at the end of 80s into the first years of the 90s (with 19.. before them). They weren't that great, and they wont be invited into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, but they have a number of hits.
The point is that suddenly, after REM, Skid Row came up in the play list. A disk I haven't listened to in 12 years, give or couple of years. And it suddenly hit me, as it does sometimes, that I'm old. Almost 32, in fact. Where the hell has the time gone? "Is it all just wasted time?" ask the lyrics of the last song on "Slave to the Grind".
Well, is it? There is so much I haven't done, and so much I'll never do. So many missed opportunities. Do the opportunities I did use make up for them? How can any of us tell? How can I shake that "missed" feeling?
It's kind of a heartache that I hate to get when I'm listening to music, but I sometimes do. It starts me thinking, and I swear, if I was a little bit drunk, I'd probably start crying.
I hate feeling sorry for myself.
I hate that depressive feeling of futility that comes with it all.
I sometimes just want to get up and leave.

It's too depressing to leave the post like this, so I'll just report this: After "Skid Row" came and went, "Dire Straits" followed, with some of the most beautiful songs in the world. Now that I'm finishing this, "Calling Elvis" is playing.

I am tapping my foot and smiling.