I always seem to get this unexplainable feeling when I look back at the road I’ve taken and go down memory lane to reminisce. I see how far I’ve come from where I’m standing, and  get this temptation of actually going back and retrieve the life I had before. I’m torn into two thoughts: Move on or hope and wait that maybe things will be okay again. But, as what my mind said and have decided, I’ll go on and live the life that’s waiting for me. Like another chapter in a book that’s waiting to be unraveled. Because there are times when no matter how much effort we do to make things better or how it used to be, it just won’t work and we can’t keep fooling ourselves and waste our time on someone who wouldn’t meet us halfway. I must go on, no matter how hard it is to accept drastic changes that can even affect my daily routine in the morning up until I go to bed. Our actions aren’t reversible so whatever it may result to, then that’s it. It will surely take me a long time to accept. But in order to enjoy a happy life, you must accept what has been and go on with what’s coming next.