"What happened happened and couldn't have happened any other way". if ever i would give someone an advice, it would be that sentence. one of the many philosophies i live by is that if you cant change it, then don't worry about it. the past happened, whether bad or good, whether for a reason or haphazard, it has already happened, there is no point in toiling over what cannot be remedied.
Regret is the poison, "what if" is the scorpion.
You spend your life running away,
But catch you they will, catch you they may.
To have a friend to tend the wound,
Or a lonesome journey that ends in gloom.
Your life ends or begins anew,
It all depends on how you pursue.
You see, regret to me is like a cancer, once it takes hold in your mind, it festers and grows and spreads, affecting all aspects of your life and personality, affecting your every decision and every plan, and even affecting your view of the world and how you perceive people around you. But even if you manage to not feel regretful, the pain of that situation will always be with you, haunting your nights, and the long idle moments. if regret is the cancer, then pain must be death itself.
Too bad life isn't a poem.
Too bad love isn't a song.
Too bad hearts feel pain not comfort
Too bad i wasted the time.
Too bad laughter isn't an option.
Too bad mine isn't theirs.
Too bad i can't mend or cure.
Too bad hearts aren't made of stone.
Too bad the past is now.
But the world moves on. in my few years walking this earth, the one constant I've seen so far was that time moves forward, unwavering, unyielding,and unbending, with such persistence and ruthlessness that isn't found in anything else in our world. and that is a very comforting thought. for whatever happens in your life, there is always a tomorrow, there is always a chance, not to fix the mistakes of the past, but to carve a better future free from those mistakes. no matter what happened in your days and years on this planet, the chance is always there. never give up, never let down.
Life goes on and the world keeps going.
The earth moves around and the farmer keeps plowing.
The sun keeps rising and the wind keeps blowing.
Men keep fighting and hearts keep throbbing.
And my love for you doesn't seem to be stopping.
Songs are sung and paintings are made.
Poems are wrote and feelings are shared.
Happiness falls and tears are afraid.
And what i have for you, none else can create.
Regret is the poison, "what if" is the scorpion.
You spend your life running away,
But catch you they will, catch you they may.
To have a friend to tend the wound,
Or a lonesome journey that ends in gloom.
Your life ends or begins anew,
It all depends on how you pursue.
You see, regret to me is like a cancer, once it takes hold in your mind, it festers and grows and spreads, affecting all aspects of your life and personality, affecting your every decision and every plan, and even affecting your view of the world and how you perceive people around you. But even if you manage to not feel regretful, the pain of that situation will always be with you, haunting your nights, and the long idle moments. if regret is the cancer, then pain must be death itself.
Too bad life isn't a poem.
Too bad love isn't a song.
Too bad hearts feel pain not comfort
Too bad i wasted the time.
Too bad laughter isn't an option.
Too bad mine isn't theirs.
Too bad i can't mend or cure.
Too bad hearts aren't made of stone.
Too bad the past is now.
But the world moves on. in my few years walking this earth, the one constant I've seen so far was that time moves forward, unwavering, unyielding,and unbending, with such persistence and ruthlessness that isn't found in anything else in our world. and that is a very comforting thought. for whatever happens in your life, there is always a tomorrow, there is always a chance, not to fix the mistakes of the past, but to carve a better future free from those mistakes. no matter what happened in your days and years on this planet, the chance is always there. never give up, never let down.
Life goes on and the world keeps going.
The earth moves around and the farmer keeps plowing.
The sun keeps rising and the wind keeps blowing.
Men keep fighting and hearts keep throbbing.
And my love for you doesn't seem to be stopping.
Songs are sung and paintings are made.
Poems are wrote and feelings are shared.
Happiness falls and tears are afraid.
And what i have for you, none else can create.
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