I was this little boy, who taught he has planned his entire future well.
I was this little boy, who taught that he has had the world, on his hand.
6 years ago,
I let my pride get in the way.
Then time passes by.
It changes everything. Me, my family, my hometown, and everything from my past.
It is, indeed, unavaoidable, for we live in a perishable world, where impermanence has become its second name.
6 years ago,
I failed, I fell, once.
Once, and I would remember it for the rest of my life.
The valuable lesson taught me one good thing - called mistake.
6 years ago,
I taught I have learnt my lesson.
And now,
Everything comes back, pieces to pieces.
So many what if.
So much pain.
So much things have happened, without even letting me have the opportunity to think, or to enjoy... Like the ice-cream in your hand, and you're competing with time before it melts away and you get nothing.
Yet now,
I dont think I am mature enough...
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