My compass lies broken before my feet. I stare at it, lost, with tears in my eyes.
I need someone to tell me what to do.
You were so convinced that it could never be, you failed to see the signs that said it could.
Now it’s too late.
Oh, how grand life would be if I could start over from scratch. If only I could turn back time…
I would change nothing.
Though one opportunity is lost and has been so even since before it became apparent, I know now the importance of seizing that which you desire when the opportunity arises and not a moment later, for a moment later may be a moment too late. Regrets are what damage the soul, and indolence and fear are the worst things to be regretful of.
Were it not for these absurd conventions, oh how easy life would be, though I suspect not as charming or rewarding.
Oh, the dreadful games that we must play…