I am so depressed right now.... for many reasons, not many of which I will get into here. Let's just say that the overriding theme is longing.
Longing... how much of our lives is ruled by it? We long for material goods, for a better education, for a better quaity of life, for someone else's lover.
How terrible. How unspeakably sad that just when we think we have it all, and have it all together, we find one more empty space, one more unfullfiled desire. Does it ever stop?
I am not going to turn this into some confessional, just that I am just thinking about some things in my life, some people, some situations. And I canīt help but get depressed, because inevitably, I do think about myself...
I know there is no point in regretting things... but I do. In this moment of weakness I have to admit that not only are there things I wish I could do over, but also things I wish I had the nerve, or the opportunity, to do.
But well, we make the choices we do, and we have to stick by them. Just like there is no room in this life for regrets, there is also no room to ponder all the things that could have been.
But I do.
