Saturday, January 22, 2005
regret?
All the risks I'm taking just by going to Oz. Sometimes I feel immense regret at what I'm doing - starting a new life in some faraway continent sans family, close friends and a lifestyle I've grown so comfortable with having and living. When I should be spending time with my sis as she goes through puberty, when she's at her most mentally and emotionally vulnerable and physically insecure. My dad and his body's fight against the silent prowlings of high blood pressure. My mum and her battle against the onslaught of time. Every year I age and she does too. But somehow time shows more visibly on her.And then all the regret of 'should-have-beens', 'would-have-beens' and 'might-have-beens' of my youth. Not doing this and that and wondering if I should have been this and that. All the relationships, competitions, classes of my teenage years and everything esle compounded into one huge regret. I find myself sighing so easily.
lux at 2:04 am