Out there on your own

Hey you, out there beyond the wall,
Breaking bottles in the hall,
Can you help me?
Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall.

-- Hey you, The Wall, Pink Floyd, 30-11-1979

Some memories last forever, and the pain lingers on like an inevitable habit embedded in the deepest recesses of the mind.

Mistakes can never be forgiven and are like cracks on pot china, it's pieces smartly stuck together with a binding adhesive but the cracks still very visible and existing! Sometimes I wish, I could travel back in time, as envisioned by H. G. Wells in his famed Time Machine, but that hasn't come to be, yet!

I'm amazed at how emphatically people state that they have no regrets in life. Can life, ever, be so perfect like a clean slate? I wish mine was too, but that remains only a wish at best.

In the end, when they say that nothing else matters, I'm comforted by the adage that "some of the worst things in life are intended to make one better and not bitter."