The Point of Return

Have you ever feel like you ever not going to run away and moving on with the guilt you have in your heart that what you'd done in the past?  It's just too strong and makes you go crazy think about it day and night.

Knowing you cannot return to the past and make a change towards what you'd done before and this is the worst thing could happened that there would be some side effect to the things that had happen. We made mistake every single day but it doesn't mean we need to punish ourselves for being awful in the past, what's happened in the past should just stay in the past, but is this do exist? Do we intent to forget what occurred in the past and just move on happily?

Reality strike us when we sees that life is just full with surprises where when we did something awful in the past and it might came and hunt us down. Well it might happen to some of us and that's including me,I supposed.

I learned this lesson for a wise friend who told me that you cannot changed the past unless you confront the truth of not doing it again in the future, and that's how, we human learn, we learned from mistake. But some might tried to find the point of returning to the old plot and make a good thing out of the bad incident that happened before. For example call your mum to said that you're really sorry about what you said/did when you're 18 years old, because knowing you still adolescent and that point of stage. But who can blame us that time right?

The point is we don't have much time to say sorry to those people we lied/hurt/untruthful/dishonest, not in relationship wise. But in telling the truth about something that we scared of telling. To confront the real truth rather than hurting someone is a very awful experienced but that's human being reaction towards another human being, and this is how we get old and mature at some point in life, looking back at those years where we would regret for the rest of the life of wasted through doing so much sin(what kind of sin just depends then) but that's maybe you and god, and that big guy perhaps can understand much more rather than others would.

Its never too later to say you like someone, or missing someone, and don't wait till you go ill on your bed at the age of 87. And that time you would feel like an asshole who just counting his/her days to depart...

love

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