Rue Today.
I often rue today. But if I were to relive the days I regret, I’d probably keep arguments at bay, knowing that it’s not worth anything today. I’d have conversation with my old friends, there’d be some overwhelming sadness in meeting the people not present today. I’d count the things I don’t have left, not take things for granted, retrace my steps, do things the right way and erase the things that left me embarrassed. I’d try to keep things together before they’re fractured, ruptured and shattered. It would be nostalgic yet tragic.
It’s easy to think that some things aren’t worth regretting, it’s better to keep it in a box and let mould grow over it. But past controls the present and the present controls the future. So, instead of keeping’s things from being ruptured, fractured and shattered, I’ll be the quiet observer watching life play over again, cause there’s always pleasure and pain. The mistakes make the perfection of today, it’s better not to change things but a couple of extra conversations with people not present today would make it worth the wait. It’s easy to call it growing up and moving on but it’s actually shitting and immediately flushing it instead of watching it brew for days and days. However, I’d not rue today.
