I got to meet up with my friend recently and talked about the simplest of topics, yet complicated only by ourselves; Life.
Some say it’s a race, a rat race. Others prefer to call it a journey of soul-searching. Whether we’re all placed here for a purpose or not.. the journey won’t end (unless of course you decide to throw away the most beautiful thing in life; living it). I prefer to call it a stroll down the park, taking the backseat. It may rain along the way, or sun shining down upon you.. keep walking.
Shit happens. That we can’t deny it. We also can’t deny the fact that we won’t know what’s round the corner. 26 years spent walking.. There’s simply so many things in life that’s beyond anybody’s control. And having a fiery temper duff-initely won’t help a single bit, the wrong words are said, the wrong actions are made, and only regrets are left..
It took me 26 years to realize, and god knows how many more years for me to act upon it… But I just wan’na take the backseat, take things within my stride, for one too many regrets have I had in my life.
