we've lost control again

this, of course, assuming we ever control a damn thing in our lives. we have always to count with the unexpected. with the unlikely. with the impossible. and it's impossible to go on living our lives without affect anyone, without loving anyone, without hurting anyone. sometimes we play the victim, the next time we play the executioner and our sins will be the same of everyone else's sins. ways, roads, paths, are not impossible though. sometimes we might find them unlikely to cross again. and sometimes they have to.

unexpected. unlikely. impossible. three things i thought about our paths, and the probability for them to cross ever again. they did, and nothing was left standing. i'm not sorry for it. i can't. as someone adequately said, "sometimes we don't feel sorry or guilty because we have not betrayed ourselves - because we've been true to ourselves".