Lessons learned. It’s the dilemma of growing up. Some lessons turned to be boundaries and experiences are sometimes traumatic. The more lessons, the more I’m doubtful to try and fall. The more I read hauntingly-beautiful books, the cheesier other love fictions get. The more silence I discover in songs, the noisier television gets. The farther I fly, the farther I want to be; and as nights pass by, the more coffee I need.
Things’ve been changing. I grow up & regret some things I did when I was younger. But then, maturity includes accepting that everything’s happened for reasons. So instead of turning back time and undoing what I did or changing who I was more than half of decade ago, I wish for another chance. If everything really happens for another reason.