Falling into those myriads of thoughts,
I take my chance, not to contemplate the things I did,
But turn around and see how different it could’ve been done.
It is not about the accomplishments that I made,
It is rather the things I did not do that hurts.
Those times when I could have lived a better son,
The times I could have acted a better brother,
If not a better friend, at least a better acquaintance.
The opportunities I let go with the one I loved,
Everything hurts, and if only I could do something about it.
If only I could go back into time,
Not to undo the mistakes I did, for mistakes are never undone,
But to have thought on their behalf, and to have acted with little more wisdom.
I never could identify myself with anyone,
Not anyone I met, not anyone I heard about,
Not a single character I read about could reach me at all,
And then I met him, and I felt something within,
Howard Roark, he epitomised what I wanted from life.
You could call me foolish, for I was living in fool’s paradise,
For everything I believed in was in its idealistic form,
And now I know where I went wrong, for ideals decorate only books,
Not reality.
Now I am strewn between the life I once knew, the life I once cherished,
And the awakening within, that has shown me what life truly is.
I feel like a kid, awestruck by the magnanimity of life,
For nothing I saw or heard come close to the dawn of realisation,
That I just had.
That life is not about ideals, nor about principles,
It is about living, cherishing, smiling and giving.
I sure may have a hard time living up to it,
Yet I hope I do not give up this effort,
Life is only one, and living it is a lifetime.
1 comment:
I beg to differ on that note buddy,
Your ideals are not worth giving up for anything..sometimes you need to compromise(or rather adapt your ideals so that it suits your surroundings) and principle is the only thing some people have to live for and often in life you have to rise above principles(if you know what i mean), i never felt guilty about it.
Cheers,
Jude
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