Regrets

Regrets, I've had a few. But then again, too few to mention...


And so goes the song that speaks of self-motivation and pride. Regrets are, unfortunately, part of life. Of what was done, and what failed to be. It lingers like a lost soul in your memory, playing itself over and over, like a spoilt tape recorder.


After regret sets in, the "what if" game starts. The countless other courses of actions that could be taken, but were not. Perhaps a sweeter ending. Then again perhaps not. No one can be sure.


But one thing that is a foregone conclusion is the very thing that is often overlooked. So preoccupied with drowning our regrets in wine and whine (get it??), we forget to let it go. The weight of the world past on our shoulders, dragging us down the screaming pits of despair and failure.


Would it be fair to let our past affect those around us? To see us toiling the soils of our memories just to remind ourselves of the pain that our decisions brought? To jolt the mind of present with rude awakenings of yesterday?


Let go of the past, and live the future. I'm going to do it my way. Perhaps you should too.