Just watched the movie “Definitely, Maybe”. What a story! It had a great ending with William Hayes, the dad finally telling his true feelings to April. Finally they ended up together! But the sad part is it took him years! Years, years later to do so! Why?!
Does it always take a “lost” before we truly cherish what we did possess? Why do we not value what is already in our hands? Can’t we see with clear lenses? Why does our perception seemingly almost always gets clouded and hazy amongst the kaleidescope of colours and shapes that move around us?
Do we get so caught up with trying to find the right one, the right something, that we miss the very one that is right before our eyes? Why do we hold onto what seems good, even though sometimes it feels like “something is missing”? Do we get fixated on a certain look and feel, that we miss the very opportunity of what could be?
Is it definitely? Or sometimes maybe?





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