Taking me to this boat that I used to sail from one side of my city to the other.To get back to my home.
On those lonely nights after work,it would be so silent,so quite that you could hear the waves pounding on the boat.And looking at the city from the distance as it sails away,gave me a melancholic joy.
We used to be able to smoke out side that public transportation those days.And the smoke coming out of that cigarette would add another dimension to that view.
We used to be able to smoke out side that public transportation those days.And the smoke coming out of that cigarette would add another dimension to that view.
I was so young and so naive back then.The word regret was not in my vocabulary,didn't have the motto "I don't regret anything,I just live it,and if it turns out to be a bad thing I learn from it" I didn't have that much of regrets to say this probably.It was just me,and I felt like the world was coming to me.
Life works in a different way though seldom we find ourselves on a crossroad and we take a step towards that moment,then things revel and most of the times we ask ourselves the question of what it could have been like if we took the other way.
Road to regret is so easy to find.Its bitter and hard to accept the fact that whatever it is that made you the person today starts with accepting the choices you made.There is no way of living in the alternative universe where you made that choice differently,so you need to learn to accept it.
Accepting is the hard part,when ever I find my self asking the same question and walking the same road to regretting,I place my self on that boat again and think about that melancholic view and say "that guy sitting on that bench smoking up his cigarettes was happy looking at that view even though he had many questions about life, because he was strong and fearless and he felt like the world was coming to him,why should you feel any different".So why should you,you didn't die yet did you ?
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