the road that was never traveled

one night i was spending the last day of my weekend lounging around the sofa, eyes fixated on the telly,and it suddenly hit me: there is no sense in bringing back whatever was left from the past. period. true that there were indeed moments where i could easily rendezvous into dreamland and transport my mind to where i exactly stood in the past and reliving everything as if doing it on cue from a role in this theater called life. well, truth of the matter is, whatever role i had in the past all seemed like the end credits of a movie--it just rolled off the screen and like a good actor who knows one great feat of triumph, there can never be another one duplicating that performance. i see myself in that self exaltation and with no regrets. i think. or maybe i would have wanted to take that role once again if possible, and maybe, just maybe, do it in a different light.