The Little Things.

Art : Whatever.

By Sakuan.

You never see them, I never see them, they are never seen, but they matter. How did that tree get so tall? Hindsight is what I call it; hindsight is what it is. Reality hits in an interesting way. Hindsight is cinema, as some would call it. Those with no thought or imagination always swear on the hindsight and look at other people’s wrongdoings, claiming they wouldn’t be in their shoes; they swear they would have done the right thing, and they might be right. But that is just that—“MIGHT.” What they say is not a reality, but what happened is a reality, so why the hindsight?

Regret, what is that? Regret is based on a facade and not reality because what you think you would have done never happened. So, you beat yourself up over something that could have happened but never did. You beat yourself up for doing the “wrong” thing. What if there’s a structure already planned for you? What if life is not really as spontaneous as it looks, and whatever happens to you was meant to happen whether you like it or not? What if free will is only a perception and not a reality? We will never know because what happens is what we have and what we will ever have. Oh God, who even is that? Is He real? I was raised to believe He is real, and I believe it because believing it, so far, has done more good in my life than bad. There are things I would have done if I didn’t believe He existed; things that would have shaped my life in a bad way, and I am glad I believe in Him, whatever that means. Alright, that is that…

By Nu Nazareth.