what do you do with questions? do you always go looking for answers?
sometimes i wonder what would have happened if i chose another road. if i gave my time to someone else. if i invested my life with someone else. if i lived differently. if i thought it out more. if i heard it right.
what really defines what choices are right? do right choices always leave you with no bad consequences? do bad consequences only arise from bad choices? or do they happen even when you choose what is right?
When you hurt and cry, and you feel like you’ve cried enough… does the pain really go away? or is crying not enough to really make you feel better?
Can a life of no regrets really be lived? or is it all just another impossible dream?
When life cuts you through and through, do you just stand there and take all that crap that it has to throw at you, or do you run away and find some way to shut it out?
what if one day you wake up and realize you’ve been living a mistake all along. or that you thought you had it all together, and realized you didn’t. or that everything you ever had was not really yours?
what if one day it hits you, that everything was all dictated by your imagination. no one really said so, you just thought so. and then you end up confused and frustrated.
and then you ask yourself… why?