how does one ever move beyond the sentimentality of it all, the potential that every decision, every moment lived, no matter how big or small, may very well be a pivotal moment of a change in fate, yet in the moment you are none wiser.
i think fondly of the people i’ve known, the interactions and experiences past; for they shape me to the man i’ve become. my conscience sometimes weighs heavy with few regrets, about how i could have communicated better, to my friends and loved ones. i reflect on my decisions and understand that i can only strive to improve this, and help myself to not make the same mistakes, and to speak up earnestly.