It's strange how our failures often make for our most vivid memories.
It's been one of those days. Probably going to be one of those years. Thinking about doors opened and never walked through for one reason or another. Insecurity. Cognitive dissonance. Misplaced loyalties.
Doors not likely to ever open again.
I understand the coldness that's followed. It's probably a reflection of my own and exacerbated by my disappearing man routine, where I drop out of the world - and most of the lives I'm in - for extended periods of time. (No one will ever accuse me of being a "people person.")
Now I can't help but wonder what might have been. I know I deserve it, but that doesn't make a cold shoulder any easier to take.
But I digress since I'm probably not really saying anything at all. I just felt like writing something down.
It's been one of those days. Probably going to be one of those years. Thinking about doors opened and never walked through for one reason or another. Insecurity. Cognitive dissonance. Misplaced loyalties.
Doors not likely to ever open again.
I understand the coldness that's followed. It's probably a reflection of my own and exacerbated by my disappearing man routine, where I drop out of the world - and most of the lives I'm in - for extended periods of time. (No one will ever accuse me of being a "people person.")
Now I can't help but wonder what might have been. I know I deserve it, but that doesn't make a cold shoulder any easier to take.
But I digress since I'm probably not really saying anything at all. I just felt like writing something down.
try not have regrets. i often live in the past as well...but it only leads to unhappiness. new door will open, but not as long as you are standing in front of the closed and locked ones you choose not to walk through. besides...the new ones might be better.