Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get of back. That's a part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads, at least that's where I imagine it because there is a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library.
And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words as the opportunity has been gone so hope for the new one now.
As its about the opportunities seriously want to tell you I have missed so many opportunities in my life when I want them the most at that time only I have lost them as I have never ever has got that and in a minute they have gone so its basically depends on our destiny too that how we are reacting and how we are facing them.
When we get these opportunities for which we are eagerly waiting for but we don't able to catch them because we have fear for that either to catch them or not and in between this only are opportunities slip from our hands.
In comparison, life is similar to catching a flight. Opportunities present themselves and if we don't get on board sooner or later, they talk off, leaving us in their wake. Like planes, opportunities fly in and out. Some earlier some later than others others and it's left to us to decide which one we wish to board. They take us to different places, provide experiences, we meet new people, learn new things and we broaden our horizons. When we miss these opportunities, we often come up with a myriad of excuses of why we didn't take the flight but deep down. We are aware of the debilitating factors holding us back. We look prepared but inside we are plagued with self doubt and fear.