Here is the thing.
I try my best to be a good human being.
And I have expectations from my life. And yet- I shut the fk up for many years.
1. And then- when I had comfort and safety- I started wanting more from life. Mistake #1.
2. I felt angry- and wanted to express it. I did it. Destruction. Indulging in bad, bratty behaviour completely not me. Now I am one- thanks to the behavior in the past that I cant write off. Mistake #2.
3. I approached things with an abandon. I didnt care for the society. I didnt care about what people would think. I just did what I wanted to do. For my happiness. Mistake #3. BIG mistake this one.
4. I chartered into waters new to me. Very new. What was common for everyone else in town- was uncommon for me. I started emulating behaviors new to me. And I took it like fish does to water. And thought this is the new normal. But there is a huge question of conflict. Mistake #4.
I could go on and on and on - the list of mistakes would be endless. Point is - it's too late to correct. I am dead.
Today feels like a final nail in the coffin.
What's poetry in this? I am still living. I wonder where is life coming from?
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