5 minutes too late

In the Great Gatsby, Nicky’s therapist had said to him that “if you can’t say any words to share the story, then write about it”. I’m writing my story right now.

Have you ever wondered what 5 minutes or even 5 seconds can do with your life? I just did. I never thought I will be in this situation; regretting 5 minutes that I wish I can turn back time and fix it so that I don’t have to pay for the summon that I got just now (post this entry a little bit late after this incident). This is the time where I wish I can meet ‘5 minutes me in the future’ that could warn me about this situation. Damn it future me! Why you didn’t show up?! This should be another lesson in life for me but I can’t even think on the bright side about what just had happened. I kept thinking about what if. What if I don’t take too long to choose books for my students, what if I just park my car in the Tesco, what if I don’t go out today and so on. Wondering about what if and wishing that I can meet myself in the future are something that I shouldn’t do since it can’t change anything. What's past is past and as usual I’ve to be careful next time. Just maybe I’m not okay with this situation because I was 5 minutes too late. Five fucking minutes! Damn it.