Regrets

A certain scene in my childhood keeps gushing to my mind recently, and in it, I was looking at my watch, counting as each second became history. I still remember clearly that I was thinking to myself, why time crawls by so slowly. But no matter how slow it was, enough seconds do become weeks and years, and I seem to find new ways to shorten the second with each passing day, but I have never been able to lengthen the moments which I hope would last just a little longer.

My friend told me not to have any regrets, whatever I decide to do. I guess whatever it is, I must choose not to run away from myself.