Undo Undo

There have been many times when I wish life has given us an undo button. How convenient that would be. I have often looked back in wonder at how relentless time can be, even microseconds of time. Imagine this: you are parking the car and you carelessly brush against something and that leaves a scratch. The pain in your heart cannot drown out the tiny voice that regrets that microsecond of mistake. Or you are biting into something like a crab shell from over-confidence or sheer laziness and ouch, a bit of a tooth came out. Oh oh oh, if only there is an undo button.

Some things are not in microseconds but the effects are commensurately more lasting and significant. How many times have we, years and years later as an adult, looking back on our youth, secretly wish that we can turn back the clock so we could have put much more effort into our O or A levels because we know deep in our hearts that we have the wherewithals to do so much better than we did. Life could have been so different. There are many forks and turns in the journey called life and how do we know which turn to take? Often it is a game of chance or blind faith or worse, nothingness because wedidnotplanorthinkfarenough.

There are those who says "no regrets". Life is too fleeting to live in regrets. That is but one view. Sometimes, it is about the quality of life - yours and the lives of those who depend on you - and the legacy of what you made of your life.

So what am I rambling on about? It is that life sometimes gives us but one chance. Waste it and there is no undo button to bring back that moment. The youthful sometimes has no concept of the temporal nature of opportunities and so the opportunities to really make something of themselves can quickly pass them by...