Regrets
The greater things will come when we expect it the least. Like fate carries blossom into our blackened heart that only knew pain. We thought about when will all these horrible things end, when will we get to finally live. The wind flew as it touched our wounds, but somehow it was impossible to heal on their own. That was why we seeked out for cures, mountain after mountain. Where wind blew the strongest, when pain healed the fastest.
In our journey, we were bound to admit that we forget a lot of things. We sometimes forgot to breathe, because even a small crack in our lungs felt like a long lasting misery. A pump in our blood felt like a scorching hell fire flowing inside of us. In a way of escaping what was compelled to endure we even forgot who we were, what was our purpose, what was important to us.
We didn’t understand this until we looked back staring ourselves in the mirror and discovered the remaining scars. We didn’t realise this until we start missing things that slipped away without us knowing.
And then without warning it flashes in front of us. Memories. Of how things should be, of how we should live by now, and of things we let go without permission. They just slipped away from our fingertips and dissipated into the thin air. The only regret is not holding onto them before they disappear completely.
Just like dust on top of our drawer, will they ever come back?
We lost what we lost before we can let go of them, yet we are living without them nonetheless. But the memories of them stay, and for heaven’s sake, they’re perfect. Maybe that’s why we treasure them the most. Unchanged. Perfect as they were. It stays with us forever and it lives inside of us.
People said, we will eventually forget things that slipped away. We catch it like a petal and blow them into the breeze. But the truth is, these memories do not let us go. They hold and embrace us like never before, even tigher when we need them the most. When things get hard, when life gets though, we hold on to them to survive likewise. The greatest regret is to let them hardly be memories because this — for god’s sake — can only makes our heart aches.
