Sometimes it seems that I’ve given up,
I often feel that way,
but I haven’t.
Often I feel the dangerous emotion of hope,
and if I avoid it, it’s because I can’t handle disappointment anymore.
My disappointment is at me, my decisions, choices.
Somehow I’ve forced myself to avoid relating my disappointment with regret,
I would be dead if I had that thought ruminating in my mind.
There are days when I want to re-do everything again,
but I know myself,
and I know I would do everything the same way.