Perfectly Imperfect

                  Another year has just passed and still it is an irony to think where I’m at in life. For more than two scores of walking to seek the meaning of this anonymous journey, it was fun looking at the old pictures that reminds me of what I’m made of. At this point, I’m filled with anxiety to come and think about the future has to offer. “Am I taking my time effectively? Have I taken chances for once? Is there any room for another try? I don’t have any idea if I could have concrete plans from day to day or ways to execute them as long as I’m satisfied with the way my life goes and I do not hinder anyone. What I feared most are regrets and unfortunately it is an integral part of life. When you try to perfect life, you’ll forget to appreciate life’s simple pleasures nevertheless when you lie low; regrets shall uncover the lessons you must have done in the end and leave you helpless. Perhaps life is unfair. On the other hand, it is still yours to take.