It frustrates me when I look back at the last year. Because when I think of all the time I wasted, all the energy I wasted and all the wasted eagerness, that's all I feel: frustration.
On the plus side, everything is clear now. Crystal clear. I see flaws, so many. Not that I'm claiming to be perfect or anything. It's just that when you're blinded by whateverthehellitis, you overlook every sign, every indication, every sensible thought, every gut feeling, every instinct. And when it finally does hit you, it hits you with such an intensity, it might as well have been some dislodged boulder that caught you unaware. I suppose it's just one of those mistakes you should be careful never to repeat. And God forbid you do, atleast you know what you're in for. I suppose however frustrating, I should be thankful for that boulder in disguise. Because however big and dreadful it was, it reminded me of something my mother always said: better late than never, was it?