Wrong Reasons

If I am to point out all the wrong reasons to why I wouldn't belong to the parts shaded by emotions I can no longer control, I wouldn’t know where to start from.

I should start from my childhood, picking up all the memories that served its way through a memory lane which cannot be cherished now that I look at it, from the side of all the wrong reasons.

Or should I start from random memories of the people I met and passed through in my life, for all the wrong reasons.

A memory suddenly began to feel as a transient entity you wanted to familiarize yourself with again, for all the wrong reasons.

Maybe one day when I look back, what turned out to be black and Grey would fade away, and be replaced with colours which will show all sorts of emotions. For all the wrong reasons.

And sometimes for a few moments in a day, I stop to think about what could have happened for all the right reasons and not the wrong ones.

Would I still be proud of myself, accepting all my mistakes or would I find myself in the corner with the blame all too normalized for me feel again.