It is said in life we have lessons to learn, things to repay. Even if you manage to escape somehow, it will come back to you another lifetime. Like a restless spirit that haunts, things will present themselves, again and again, till you change and learn your lessons.


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I know why I try to help, but strangely I cannot explain why I always do not see things through to the end.



Monday, a different day and yet I couldn't understand why I couldn't get over things, things that were non-existential in the first place. I couldn't forgive myself, I couldn't let myself go, I couldn't set myself free.

I couldn't bring myself to.




I still couldn't. It was the first encounter, and it wasn't the first. How many chances would I get, how many do I have left, this lifetime?