I never know. Whatever God or laws of the natural science that decide what happened that day — I could never know what were they thinking; to create consciousnesses that are aware only to make them cease after what must be one-infinith of the universe’s lifetime.
The truth is no matter how auspicious a 時 is; whatever feelings that once were will one day fleet away, like the seeds of dandelions blown away by the autumn wind. Like the knowledge that soon man will scoffs upon as obsolete. Like whatever love remains of two lovers laying in their respective coffins.
The truth is I never know. I could never possibly know. Whether the decision I made today, or tomorrow, or the days after that — will still be true in weeks, hours, or minutes. Or what it will lead to.
But I digress, for the man wearing the green cloak of freedom once said, “Make your own choice. One’s that you will regret the least.”
