Repeatedly my mistakes are made, with little conscious effort of seeing them not as they are. A deliberate attempt of stupid to overcome what I suspect is depression, of course to no avid. Why are times the same? With certainty, the absent of change. Easy it is to be complacent, but to choose the strive for growth (in all aspects), is by far, a part definition of living, and thus the very most challenging process. The view of the future merely is a goal, most of which cannot be achieved overnight. What can though, is the believe that the smallest steps can move the greatest mountains, with the blessings of Time, and Life.
I judge, and have been judged. For all have different ideas on rights and wrongs, whether fashion or decision. I have been, yet again, am at a point of a crossroad. My choice is simply determined by my feelings. Everybody wants that better feeling in life, or they should want for those otherwise. Will it be the better choice, now that shall be considered if regret appears.
If, and regret. If is half real, and regret is dreaded.
Reality here seems wish-wash, imaginations real.
