sometimes I feel sorry for my ignorance....
sometimes I feel sorry for my confusions...
sometimes I feel sorry for my attitude....
sometimes I feel sorry for my illusions....
sometimes I feel sorry for my mistakes...
sometimes I am indifferent to them.....
sometimes I feel sorry for me...
sometimes I feel sorry for others.....
sometimes I feel nothing...
sometimes tears start dripping........
All there is is imperfection in me. Should I be proud of that or sorry. Should I accept it or change it..............things start to confuse themselves.....
And there comes the salvation from simple things...random incidents reminding you of good and bright...........and makes me realise there is greater joy in correcting them...........
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