The most fruitful things,
as I say, is very useful
because they are made
out of necessity:
Eat to suffice hunger
Drink to delet thirst
Cry to eliminate anger
Smile to create happiness
Walk to observe
Sit to rest
Lie to sleep...
But out of compulsion, you delay these things.
Just because you have the notion of turning back.
Still, the possibility of loss lurks.
Exactly, by that moment, the necessary thing to do
is regret.
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