when i mean what i say:

When I heard the wise one speak of regrets and disappointments I brace myself and said it's ok and as long as she knew she tried with no regrets. Leaving the rest to God since it's beyond one's control. I added that life's never a bed of roses...

With it I breathe hard and catch my own breathe once again.

Like the warm words of how one could stop growing up and be a lil one sometimes... when I nagged about how tiring it is Growing up.

I breathe again.

Life is filled with many many many stuffs.
But life is about living.
Should we never stop trying to live right even if we are tired? My catchup-breathes just assured me so...