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Anyone living an active life must make decisions—
constantly.
Single ticket or monthly pass?
Dine-in or to-go?
The problem is,
some decisions turn out, in hindsight,
not to be the ideal ones.
The question is: how do I deal now with my
wrong decisions?

Some people can admit mistakes;
others cannot.
They claim they intended it all to happen exactly that way.
What remains is a self-deception.
We deal with transience every day.
Have I missed something?
A look into the depths reveals
that we sometimes lose our connection to what is alive.

Is the right answer this:
that whoever can remember the moving moments
was usually never actually there?
But you are still living, after all.
May someone else tell me what to do?
Or does that person merely think
they have the right to?
If that were the case, it would be embarrassing.

I would be lying
if I said
this wasn't a difficult situation.
This unpleasantness is part of my life,
and it often makes my heart sink with dread.
Yesterday I was still so alive and wild;
my blood was rushing through my veins,
and today, I feel it’s all over again.

Enthusiasm for people,
new projects, leading to a new idea—
then what came before becomes the past.
It is cast aside to make way
for the fresh and new.
What was left behind gets trampled underfoot;
we walk right over it.
It hurts those lying on the ground.
The rule remains: the higher the pedestal, the greater the disgrace.

People get hurt—by what we do
or fail to do.
The superficiality of encounters,
the stoking of hope
with the intention of letting go,
so that it no longer touches us.
We eliminate what is alive and
send it to its death.

Now I am alone,
and so are you.