There are times, thankfully rare ones when loneliness creeps out in the silence of the night, when boredom and monotony give rise to self pitying thoughts and you question all the decision you or fate (lets blame someone else no?) made on your behalf are caste in a gloomy shadow of doubt, when you question everything you ever did for any and every motive, when what was honorable seems just pure idiotic and lame in retrospect, those are the times when I wish I had taken any road but the one I did. In the end all our experiences, all our profound philosophies and high morals are shaped by what we get in the end, if it remotely resembles what we wanted in the 1^st place we get off on our moral high horse and preach about fairness and justice and sticking up and out for what we believe in (said beliefs once again shaped by the end result) and if we don’t, well if we don’t then I guess we turn into one of those bitter people who one would much rather they lapsed into silence.

Which will I be, that Is the question?