reminiscent of regrets
April 7, 2009
Mesothelioma gives you cancer, won’t you regret exposing yourself to too much? kg and I have talked once about regret in general, and it has been an agreeable discussion. Kudos to those who live their lives with no regrets. I wish I was one like you. Yes, I have regrets, from why I didn’t wear socks inside a cold bus, to why the hell did I say that. From I should have eaten before I left the house, to why was I here now. Learn from mistakes. I think I did. I hope I do. I’m a stubborn Sagittarius. I’ve been too careful when I should have grabbed the chance, and too impulsive when I should have thought twice. Why? Full of why’s. But I guess, if living life with no regrets works for most people, living my life remembering all my regrets work better for me. It is harder, but it suits me just right. The scar in my finger reminds me not too play with knives.
changes
From whence I was in my baby bedding, to whence I’m in my office desk, changes, both little and drastic, have occurred, most of which I never effected myself. This is not to say that all were dark, but some were on the sunny side, if you try hard to look at the silver lining. Nothing remains constant, don’t they say? I, on the other hand, rather most things stay permanent, and looking back, I bet things would have been better if they did. The last 15 years of my life was filled with troubles, one after the other. And the last 5 years felt like a limbo. Sometimes I think that the old me, the one I’ve been searching for, have been trapped in time, desperately wishing to stay there. This mordsith, I do not like much. But I’ve become and remained brave amidst all. Braveness is borne out of necessity to be brave; strength, to withstand all these changes.





