:: Come What May ::
It is often only during retrospection that we stop to exclaim
How things could have been prevented.
How things could have been better done.
We all have heard them before, all these:
We should have done this;
You could have done that.
But surely life is an unfolding journey.
One journey that never fails to surprise.
One long journey of many little journeys.
With treasures and pitfalls at every turn.
So, before the journey ends
Later, tomorrow, or another hundred years
Let us enjoy the now, the moment
For tomorrow, or even later, may not come
And we may never walk this way again.