At times it feels like life is on repeat, the same mistakes are made over and over again, same conclusions found one time after the other. I fail to see the lessons learnt from it all. History is redundant like all the TV series out there, it just repackaged in new colors but it’s all the same. Why then seek new when it will be old and in fact all the same.
What annoys me beyond all is that although we know it will all reach an end we still insist on starting it. When we reach the conclusion, we wish we had been better to them we wish we had more time with them, rarely do we wish to have never met them, and even thou you might do, you can’t help but meet them.
I wish I’d been better, I promise to be better to whoever comes next, then by the end I realize no promises have ever been kept. Living on with regrets becomes depressing, letting go of you downfalls and you misery allows u to repeat them all over again.
Keep on living with the same lines, I’m sorry becomes a life motto for all the things I’ve done and all the things I’ll do.
Then it’s the time we have together is worth remembering, still what is truly embedded in my memory is the end, how dramatic or mundane it might have been. Miserable are those memories, for only silly pointless ones will drown them out eventually.
Let me repeat every mistake all over again if it means a guiltless life.
The wise one says
‘A purely happy life, is but a lie’
