the hang is not over

the coffee's ready and I miss a million things. Yet all I can do is to make yet another coffee. sometimes I wish someone would stop me. but there's ourselves who can watch our own life, right? that little angel sitting on the right shoulder? in the end, all things happen for a reason and I think every time you can do only one thing about it: learn the lesson and move on wiser. you cannot cry over spilled milk and you cannot look back with "what if"-s or with "I wish things were different". one step back should always mean ten steps forward.