Growing up

Growing up may not be a good thing after all...

In this new year, come February, I will be 21. There are a lot of things I have done and have not done or have not done well. 

I have not given my best in some things. And I am regretting it... Maybe the end will be different. Maybe it will not, but I tried. 

Maybe I should have given a little more effort and a difference can be made. 

But then, there are so many 'maybes'. Life is a mystery that we solve every day...