Mind over time.

Tonight it was just perfect. I've never felt the message a night can convey stronger, than a few hours ago, walking across the Main Market Square. I went to coffee house to visit my friends. The girl named Lynsey was singing and I couldn't get enough of her voice and the lyrics she wrote herself. Subsequently Seba asked questions, like he always does. What he asked tonight, gave me a reason to contemplate some events of my life. It was a deep though simple question, namely "If you could live one day of your life once again, what day would it be?" It was a topic for "Table Talk" and we were supposed to give only a date at first, than say whether something good happened on that day and so on and so forth. What I heard from people was either obviously nice event of the past or a 'bad day', to which they wanted to get back and change something. I proved to be mysterious giving them a riddle they couldn't understand. I wanted to go back to a good event and change it. They found it hard to see the point in changing a positive thing. I see. Maybe because I know what happened afterwards. Sometimes a good thing can bring negative or even painful consequences. I don't say I would change the event itself, nor avoid it, but I'd love to convert it, so that it would have some other aftermath or, preferably, it would not have any after-effects.

If I could reverse the time and go back, I would choose a day depending on what I can do with it. If I could change it, it would be not that remote past. If I could just live it once again, it would be probably a day from my childhood.


And again, referring to this topic, a question arises: is it worth to regret matters of the past?
They say you cannot do anything about it, really.
They say life's too short,
you've got to forget,
give up reminescences.
It always pays to try.
They say as if they didn't know. It feels like they want to cheat on themselves by selling you that screwed stuff.

These things will always be stuck someplace inside and it's always the case, that they speak up at times,
no matter how hard you try to strangle your thoughts and feelings.

But, honestly,
is it worth your endeavour?

I relish my inability to provide a clear-cut answer.