Decisions. How torturous they are. Looking at my old notes on this, I realised how long I have struggled with it.

Maybe it wasn’t all meant to be, some are merely experiences to give us ideas.

Perhaps we take life too seriously. No decision is permanently made. If it doesn’t work out, c’est la vie.

And then we permanently die.

I’m ready for my holiday. I’ve had enough of this.



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