The mirror and what if.

Being lost in a world that is lost within a fading dream. The dreams the lives the desires the what ifs. There must not be any room for people to ask themselves why and what ifs.

When the only options remaing is the wrong thing, it is not because you messed up. It is because your heart has lead you to the choice that you know that you would have never rationalized was the right one.

There is a lot of sense in giving in to ones inclinations and passions. When the sum of the calculations of morality and ethics, and duty, and loyalty, and code and honor is something that goes against your fiber there is something that is so strong and so sincere that it supercedes all things. That thing is what makes us look for a better world even when we know that our world is in a tail spin with the earth quickly becoming larger and clearer.


There is no what ifs that are worth asking for. There is no one in the world that can tell you that what you did was wrong, there is no one in the world that can share the same space as you in that moment that you changed the world with a single decision. So no one can judge for your action without placing themselves in that horrible place that you were at. Life lingers and the and memories linger but the potential of a moment evaporates faster than you can reach for it in frantic momemnt of clearness. The moment is gone and never again will that moment be there, so no matter how much you wish that moment mades you who you are now. If you can change that moment you are removing yourself from the world. And if you did change the event that you hate and ask what if. Then it would not be you looking back at that moment but someone else because you do not exist in the world of what if.