Semua orang bergelang tangan,
Saya seorang bergelang kaki,
Semua orang berkata jangan,
Saya seorang menurut hati.Bracelets are worn by all and sundry,
With my anklets, though, I would not part,
Many - oh many - have sought to stop me,
Though all alone, I followed my heart.
Henri Fauconnier once wrote of a certain kind of regret that does not forgive and would never let us go; the regret over all the things that we could have done but didn't do.
Think, but not too much. Act. Do. Be true to yourself. Wear anklets if you want to. Be different. Live life.
Never mind them with their boring bracelets and stale admonitions.