Category Archives: Bagatelle

Dying Clarity

What have I done in my life?

That’s all I could think of.

I went over what I had done with a fine tooth comb. What do I regret?

If I was truly honest with myself, lots of things. There is so much I would change, so much I wish I had the time to fix. Of course I don’t, that is blatantly obvious. I regret not seeing more of the world. I feel like I was too scared to leave my bubble, but now?

Well, now there is no reason to be scared of anything. Ironically it’s the same point in which there is nothing I can do about it. I realize now that I might as well been staring into the sun my entire life. I was blind to what life really was.

Now, I realize a truth.

Life is something to experience, but instead I treated it as something to get through. I doubt I am alone in how I lived my life, as a chore instead of an adventure. I realize this now, and it’s too damn late.

I wish I could tell people what I’ve discovered. I wish I could share my epiphany with everyone I cared about, so they don’t make the same mistakes I did while they still have the time to fix them.

It funny how this works, I finally understand life as I die.

Leave a comment

Posted by on March 28, 2011 in Bagatelle, Fiction

%d bloggers like this: