Being a rather fresh and bright Saturday morning I felt there was no better way to start it than with a walk and a tea.
It’s quite surprising how quiet it is, then again if you’ve got no other world responsibilities than to look after yourself, you’d be surprised how much time you have.
Time, what an interesting thing, it’s something everyone has in a finite amount and promptly waste, yet if you made the choice to use it in a specific way, was it really a waste? Or was it just misplaced.
Sat here alone with nothing but my thoughts I find myself drifting to all those moments life took a violent curve sideways and how I instigated it or how I foolishly allowed my self to get caught in said situation. It’s nice to know there aren’t that many, however the problem is the limited ones that there are all seem to be fairly life changing mistakes.
If you really choose to reflect it highlights your flaws in a glaring fashion, or at least mine.
I wonder how many of us spend out lives trying to come to terms with the simple fact that at heart there are some things we just never wanted and the fact that we can’t take them back is crushing because they serve as a permeant reminder of how stupid we were.
Maybe it’s just me who feels that way, who knows, who really cares, what’s done is done and now all that is left is choice. The choice to accept and integrate or to accept and reject, is it bad that ones mind is already made up without hesitation?
What a C**t, eh.