There is this melancholic feeling that I feel for myself once in a while.
There are days that I wonder about the things that could've or would've happened if I didn't make certain decisions that I made in the past.
Things like what if I took left instead of right?
Stayed on the low in the hopes that someday it will go up.
Didn't quit halfway and said I have enough.
What would have happened then if I endured?
Would the damage be more or it will pass?
It saddens me, to know that I will never know the answer to those things.
But at the same time feel proud of the outcomes of the decisions that I have chosen and the person I am slowly becoming.
Still, sometimes I wonder if I would still feel this melancholia if I took the other road.
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Twenties Entries
Non-FictionEntries and thoughts about life, love, sorrow, happiness, good days, bad days, and the like. They often say that it's okay to feel lost in your 20s, I hope I'm getting closer to being found.
