Last said, the goner On his dead bed.
I regret many decisions in my life that I loved making once. Life isn’t how it looks like. It’s irrational, it’s the specifity of one’s assumptions that how he bends the routes of the journey he’s going on. It’s beautiful in one moment and not in the other. Life is like looking through a kaleidoscope, and all the time you’re given to look through it, you don’t admire how pleasing it looks or how beautiful it is, you’re too dumb to question yourself that what is it? The patterns im seeing do they really mean something? Is it a signal or something like that. But it’s nothing, it’s all about the beauty you need to adore,not how to figure out how it became that eye- catching.
That’s life , you think much and adore less, and you die with nothing but worries and stress.
