I have been crawling over life these past few months (days, perhaps?)
in a remorseful way figuring out the path I have taken
before well-decorated by darkened and jovial colors, whether or not
I have been struggling enough to remain being me.
I might have forced myself (intentionally) to be enduring such slight
changes I bet but that is the general rule in life to be
wrestling in a losing fight over this harsh reality.
"This isn't an experimental game", I once thought about how demented
life could be which mercilessly taught you the meaning of cruelty
and yes, brutality. Then, you start relating every now and then
things into "10 things I regret the most in my life".
Not helping at all to depict a gist of repentance.
This life has made life itself terribly easier. We have been sacrificing a lot to
compensate for what went wrong. And again, not working.
When I mentioned 'a lot' means too many. Amen to that.
At least its a portrayal of being appreciative towards our own lives.
Yes, I have been shelling out much time for this
analysis of mine to be detailed. But still, unsure of certain
decisions made. I wonder, I may have forgotten, did I make
any decisions for something to occur?. See, If only I could travel
back through the time and revisit my yesterday, then I might be able
to provide you such answers. Haha.
Being a grown-up has never been any easier.
Thinking and philosophizing about the meaning of life
have been sneaking out into our veins, flowing in our blood
circulation system. So does life. It flows continuously
without any accurate destination to reach at.
In the midst of you weighing something to decide,
this life may have flown so fast and left you behind.
It was considered yesterday already.
You have not made any decisions.
You had a choice, but you abused such privileges.
Simply because, tomorrow cannot wait any longer to come.











