It is said that it is better late than never. That, in the end, if you come forward, somehow things will be better.
I have never given a thought to this nor did I test the validity of the saying. I was almost sure things do not work like so, that I am the only one who can create, change or influence my destiny. Giving up this thought meant giving up control of my own faith and started to believe in... let's call it The Universe: an all-knowing entity which provides you challenges that you either pass or fail. It was absurd, outrageous even... but in the end, it proved itself to be the truth.
After these couple of months, I really understood that there are so many things beyond my control and reach, that in the bitter end, all I do will just fail miserably and get me to the mere brink of defeat. I had to accept I am not in any control, but just a simple traveler who must choose the left or the right on his path and to accept the consequences afterwards.
Figuring this out, I understood the fact that my choices and my decisions, either good or bad, were indefinitely irrevocable. And so... regrets appeared. Some you can learn to live with, others will rot you inside until you will forget or your inevitable end will come. But there is a chance, that somehow, late is better than never. Based on this chance, I tried to make right some of my wrongs. Now, I was more mature, I knew that a fresh start will surely have another outcome, a better one. But sadly, time is always against us and late... is simply too late. No matter how good you might have become now, there is no need for you now anymore. And so, late actually becomes useless, and more certain, things will stay just the same.
Chances will always come, but the same chance will not cross you twice. Hmm, guess life is as hard as you can take, right?
Who Am I?
