many’s the time, i find it hard to accept what i’ve done in the past, if things weren’t ended up the way i thought it’d be, and over and over again, i’d just freeze myself in that time frame and regret over it, as if that would help to ease the pain, and i thought that would at least let me feel better. it’s called melancholy, or another word which is less favourable to me, self-pity.

but no matter how regret i am, whatever is has already been.

there’s no way to turn back time and get the thing fixed. hiding in the nook repent for the choices you made for ages, is that not busting up your life?

if you were to say sorry for what you’ve done, why gave yourself the chance to regret in the first place? if you don’t wanna be sorry, make up your mind clearly, and think carefully before you make the first move.

if you really have done something wrong, reflect, digest, and learn from the lessons, after that, you’re still a good chap who can keep on going with your life. and perhaps after some time, you’ll find out that life isn’t just that after all, it’s really not worth to trap yourself in the cycle called sorry-deplore.

there’s more to be explored and treasured, if you don’t blind yourself.