So much lost

Sometimes, I miss the old moments very badly. I miss the moments I could do the right things and I did not. Moments that are rarely possible to occur again. I was not wise enough to correctly decide on what had to be done. This is mostly concerned with the emotionally formed occasions. I am not that worried about the 'job'. It goes anyways and I am the only one who could get damaged, with which I am OK. But, as a result of interaction with people, missing the opportunities can hurt others a lot. That is what bothers me since it is often too late to do something about it.

I miss those moments when I could kiss the hands of my parents; the moments I could kindly hug them and tell them how much I love them; the moments I could kindly spread out happiness but I was too serious at work; the moments I could look at, listen to and talk with the best friends, but I was too proud to let myself to be a close friend; the moments I could cry or laugh but I thought this would destroy my established personality.

From those moments are remained vague memories, I hope I won't miss the next ones.