One cannot undo what has been done. This might be the most terrible thing on planet Earth. The opportunity of repair is considerably limited. The will of having things mended is even minor.
In a way, it's a marvel that we live, love, laugh and work in spite of our incapability to fix our incorrect activities. We always manage to live on our mistakes and uncover ways to avoid their consequences. Whenever we would want ourselves to feel renovated, we cheerfully observe that "a past is a past" consequently we're better establishing our contentment on current issues.
Both psychology and religion teach us how to live with our mistakes. A crisis of awareness is always welcomed and encouraged. It makes us feel powerless and kind. Once an error is established and clarified, we're appropriate for a superior future (and new errors.)
But the foolish acts I've once made will never revolve sane.
And the people of Burma will not rise from the dead.
Today I took the advice of Lizzy Frizzfrock and started dressing with a red piece, but I guess I wasn’t in the right mood…
black lace tights - Calzedonia
black pencil skirt - H&M (F/W 2008)
black lace top - Cortefiel (detail) (S/S 2008)
black biker jacket - Stradivarius (F/W 2008)
necklace - Stradivarius (S/S 2009)
cocktail ring - Bijou Brigitte (S/S 2009)
bracelet - Bijou Brigitte (S/S 2009)
lipstick - Guerlain
perfume - Noa from Cacharel