If you were to write a book about your life, how would it run?
Would it show your mistakes, recurring alarmingly at the speed of sound; flashing chapters of ageless deeds, missing pages of lessons learnt?
If all you do, is accrue blunders that get glossed over in time; if all you excel at, is misappropriate memories that aren't there - what is left, at the end of it all?
Not depressed currently, I must clarify. Just thinking, really, if that can describe the sense of guilt you get when someone is depressed. And reflecting, really, on what I'd gone through this past year, and what I really should have done when I felt that way.
Friday, October 09, 2009
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I think acknowledging your mistakes is part of life. This requires a fair bit of courage too. Some people run; some people stop and look back in regret; some people stop, reflect and move on, not allowing themselves to make the same mistakes again. Naturally we'd be saddened if things don't turn out the way they should. But, isn't life a journey of trial and error? Isn't it good that by now you know some of the things that don't work for you? It is a combination of these experiences that makes you unique. So, focus on how you can do better and remember, things can never get worse- because you'll not allow such to happen, right?
one word to solve the issue:
alcohol
one word that will solve the issue (prolly for you):
chocolate
whats with the emoness man. :P
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