In retrospect

Putting and end to a story has proven a difficult task than expected. For it seems too mortal on a conceptual front. Too final. Life is final but words are immortal. They live on and carry their weight, convey the emotion they were intended with, almost like forcing empathy on the reader. They begin to see what the reader thought and felt. But at any rate, like all tales, it seems fitting to put a happy ending to this story, although it still lives on but I have optimism beaten into me like a sledgehammer. In the manner of every mortal, you can’t help but look in hindsight and marvel at the opportunities that you made use of, or be regrettable about the things that could have been done differently, words, that could’ve been left unspoken or smiles, that could’ve been shared more often. We are helpless in this perpetual motion of thoughts that plague our minds, no matter how hard we try to swat them away. It will always be there – the past. All we can do is make amends and be more forgiving to ourselves. In all honesty, if you ask me, what would I had done differently, had I any chance; nothing, I would say, for it has made me the man I am today. Every action, every word, every thought has made me. And it isn’t as bad as it could’ve been. So, here’s to life and the ones yet to come!