Do you know, how it feels to act upon stupidity and regret after everything is torn? It doesn’t feel good, it leaves a hole. As I move on and move forward, I remember that everything happens for a reason, a reason that unfolds that very moment or years afterwards. And as I connect the dots, I get more confused on what image I was actually making. Nevertheless, I am grateful that I am given the sanity to realize my faults and even sense the beauty of having regrets, for I am willing to learn and improve myself from time to time. My hole is to be covered, sooner or later.
