If I had
chosen that, my life wouldn't be like this.
It couldn't
be helped, many times those words came to mind. The form of regret and
disappointment at being wrong about something. Once I changed the way I see
things to be more careful about choosing or even not choosing at all. I try to
walk between two sides, pick not wholeheartedly, and turn away when I feel bad.
Yeah, I'm walking in the comfort zone. I am grey between black and white, the
coast between sea and land, the dusk between day and night. I'm comfortable
with it all, but I can tell you from a little heart that the life I've been
leading has been like a loser who has no convictions and always stays in the
comfort zone.
In the end,
I chose to get out of my comfort zone. I will no longer be grey, seaside, nor
twilight. I am black in the middle of the dark sea of night. I realize that
naturally, this life is full of choices, every choice has its challenges and
consequences to face. And now, I'm not what I used to be.