Bad feeling

On the 20th of december 2009, at around 9pm sharp, an overwhelming sense of foreboding hit me in full force. I have no idea why, it just did. Immediately, I stopped the chore I was doing and went straight to bed. Soon dying of sheer boredome, I began to reminisce.

Events after events went through my mind and a certain sentence kept echoing in my head. Had I really did it right? It was faint, yet clearly articulated, enforcing the sentence. It was said in such a manner that it was as if trying to judge myself guilty. Of course, not loving the idea of losing, I challenged the unknown voice. Time after time, no matter how much I had tried to deny my defeat, I knew I had lost and inevitably, acute pangs of remorse would haunt my entire being. If only I had done that. If only I had heed the advice. If only I was not that stubborn...

That being said, what's done is done- there is no turning back. One can't mend a broken vase back into its former glory, can he? No matter how hard he tries, what methods he used, scars of the incident could not be erased. So what for, fixing it with glue/tape? To me, it seems really foolish- I'd rather get a new one. Those that we really treasure won't even get broken in the first place...

After that very thought, my thoughts drifted to the present. And the same annoying voice persisted on. However, there is a difference between this time from the previous- I get a choice to retrace my steps. The vase is still falling. What am I to do? Save it? Or let it drop? I had never felt so lost..