My hand seems to have all the answers in my current predicament. The question is, should I cast the odd tile out or should I wait until a better tile appears? The decisions of the past are starting to show their weary heads. Regret is rearing its face and looking at me in the eye and at the same time opportunity is calling like a rabid wolf. As decisions still continue to rock this life, thinking of just letting it go and fading into black, is the only thing keeping this existence of mine philosophical. Then again I could just be rambling like an old man.
I’m not looking back to what I have done as regret but looking back into it so that I don’t make the same mistakes anymore. I will be a rock at the base of the waterfall, only carved by water as a millenia passes by, only separated from the root when that inevitable force appears before me as I pass my own fate for the great judgement.
