June 19th. That fateful day. My birthday.
I have officially turned 23. That is the process of my life. I believe that age is just but a number, it does not dictate the amount of experience I have. Neither does it determine the maturity that I possess. In this 23 years of my life, despite me not achieving my life long goal of becoming a docile husband, I feel I have achieved a lot in my time.
I had a dinner party thrown by a few good friends of mine a couple of hours back, food cooked by the ever-entertaining Tasha & William and when we sat down to enjoy our after dinner wine and chat about the 70s and 80s music, I popped the question which had most of my friends stumped. I asked them if they had a choice to go back in time and change one thing they absolutely regret or they could head into the future and see how their life is there so they could change the present, which would they pick?
I may be loaded with humiliating moments that will haunt me till the day I wither and rot, but my choice would be neither. I do not live my life with regrets and I would not change my life in any other manner. It made me the way I am. Despite me taking the longer journey to my state of mind now, I still made it. Through series of events I have battled my way through life and I think I came out a winner. That would be my accomplishment and I would not have it any other way.
As for the future...I am interested to know. Who isn't? But to live my life day after day knowing that my life would end up the way it is in the future can take the fun out of the spontaneity in the present. I rather choose to live my life day by day.
I came back home with a smirk on my face, mostly cause my birthday curse has finally been broken, but also because a friend of mine said it's bullshit to not have at least one regret in one's life.
"What's your regret?"
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