We would have regrets. "I hope I did this or that instead." But it is too late now, the time has come, and we would have to go.
Life is meaningless, but humans can't accept that. They believed that if they didn't find the meaning, they would not be successful. They believed that without money, they can't do everything they want and be what they wanted to be.
On The Ball is a poem written by Kevin Rein and shared with The Ugly Writers for the month of November. On The Ball I’m done crying over spilled milk Now I need to get back in shape…
This is just a daydream. Can you pick your phone back once more? Dial my number for the first time in nine years. Say your hello again and I'll say mine sweeter.
He's turning 20, In a couple of weeks, for a day, he'll be happy, but he can't run away from the fact he's unhappy.
I don't know how long you'll stay. I fear that you will also be taken from me just like all the good things that came to pass. Even if our future looks bleak, I would never want you to leave. Although there's no cure for my instilled sadness, you make me feel hopeful that I could be happy in our universe.
Desiderata and Errata pt 2 By Syl Dinada