Is almost August, time is passing so fast, and you can only look back, as forward is the unknown
The unknown is something scary, and this is why I find it easier to look back, evaluate and create short stories on how it would have been, if that would have happened or not.
Maybe I am the only one doing that, sometimes it helps me and sometimes not.
They say you can share you frustrations, and the things that make you happy. Are we all doing that?
How real are we on a day to day basis? Are we really real? or we are just adapting based on the people we interact with?
What is regret?
Do I have regrets?
Why I have regrets?
and the story and questions can go on, and on
I am hoping that more people feel the same about these questions, it would be really strange to be the only one.
Once again I found my place, and once again is the wrong place. Why? why do i choose the wrong things for myself?
Question remains open for the month of August
The unknown is something scary, and this is why I find it easier to look back, evaluate and create short stories on how it would have been, if that would have happened or not.
Maybe I am the only one doing that, sometimes it helps me and sometimes not.
They say you can share you frustrations, and the things that make you happy. Are we all doing that?
How real are we on a day to day basis? Are we really real? or we are just adapting based on the people we interact with?
What is regret?
Do I have regrets?
Why I have regrets?
and the story and questions can go on, and on
I am hoping that more people feel the same about these questions, it would be really strange to be the only one.
Once again I found my place, and once again is the wrong place. Why? why do i choose the wrong things for myself?
Question remains open for the month of August

