I have made my decision. I thought it was final. Then my mind is reversing me, saying to revert the decision. I have to step back, and look again. I have to think of the things I am willing to sacrifice. And yes, I changed my decision.
The decision was final, and that’s for real. So I had to do my responsibility.
Now, something happened. It was unexpected, and uncontrollable. I had no choice but to go with the flow. And so I did.
In the end, I had to stop. Something (even) worse might happen. I have to rest my case. I have to make the last decision. And so, I changed my mind once again.
Right now, I don’t know what to feel. I don’t know what to say. But then, I don’t have to look back anymore. This time, there would be no regrets. That is for sure. But not a decision.