If I could live my life again, surely I would change many things for to claim otherwise is unrealistic romanticism and a mystification of harsh realities; a notion appeasing to the restless soul.
We are never the same when we have experienced enough life to be able to look back. There will always be regrets, uncertainties, a wiser perspective and we would all be happy to take the chance to try to straighten some paths.
What about all the lives that I will never get the chance to live?
I will live with the torment of having missed being and becoming the person whom I would have liked to meet today. Endurance and patience can be a curse at times; I could have escaped the situation I was in, much earlier; I could have listened to words of advice and I should have trusted the nagging inner voice more often. The lamenting is over now and Now is all that matters. Now is all there is. Everything else is a delusion; a memory or a dream. The rest of my days is my second chance to live my life again and that starts every single day I am lucky enough to see the sunrise.
There is no ending to this story for the end of one thing is the beginning of another. And so, I will continue.