6 minutes. 6 minutes is all that it took for me to lose the perfect white blazer. It was fit to the shoulders, following the shape of your arms to your wrist. The blazer went right down to the hips, following the curve of your torso, being cinched at the waist. And it was only one piece, and someone else had beat me to it.
Yes, it was that kind of instagram shop, the one that sells one-of-a-kind outfits, with only one of each kind. Online shopping has already been an addiction of mine, but with these kinds of shops, the stakes are much much higher.
In those 6 minutes, I was just browsing over random web articles, and obsessing over the fatness of my arm in one photo. I know that there is nothing I can do to change things. However, regret still clouds my mind. It’s not the type of regret that sits heavy on your heart, but it still preoccupies me. And so, I write this post as a way to destress myself, and as an ode.
This not an ode to the things we could’ve had, rather, this is an ode to the time we’ve lost chasing something and then mourning it. This is an ode to the people who were so close, and yet so far.
Admittedly, I remember there was this one day when I had seen that that shop would be uploading a new collection later that day. I took my phone everywhere, anticipating for the next collection, but alas, there was nothing there that I fancied. And right now, I’m waiting for another post at the expense of my mobile data. And it made me realize how crazy I’ve been. Up to what extent will I let it consume me? What if waiting for the perfect time would cause me to lose time I could’ve invested in other things?
And so I’ve decided to stop now.
Not to stop shopping of course! (That would be impossible) but to stop giving more time that I should to online shopping and mourning things that I can do nothing about. I’ve already wasted enough time, and time is a commodity that you can’t buy back.
It’s times like these when I’d like to believe in perfect timing, that the reason why something was not meant for you at that time, is because there’s something better in the road ahead. I know it’s a bit too optimistic and naive to think that we’re destined for better things ahead, but that’s what keeps everyone going, right? Who knows? Maybe there’s a better white blazer out there meant for me.
But what if that was the perfect white blazer?
Well then, shit.
Just kidding HAHA! It’s what keeps us going, yes, but ultimately, what keeps us going is us. We choose the truths we believe in, and we choose to believe that something better will come.
And I believe we should believe in the truths that give us peace and happiness.
Life is too short for anything else.
*Note: Ironically, I accidentally exited this document without saving it, so I had to retype the whole document with what I had remembered. Who’s to say which was the better blog post?
Let’s choose this one. Let’s choose peace and happiness.