There were some sunny Christmas days spent in the mountains and there was a car crash couple of days later. I was overlooked and there was nothing I could do. I was in shock and I wasn’t in shock. I was angry. The moment of collision was long and it was short. I didn’t know if I would make it. I did. It hurt and it still hurts. Not much will for baking, but time for recovery and thinking. I don’t know if I can call this being lucky, but in that moment of crash and not knowing, I felt how it’s like having regrets of not living fully. Because, when you make some steps towards that side, you are alone with yourself. And regrets hurt the most.
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