I have always thought that regret is a rather ironic concept.
No one needs mistakes, but everyone needs regrets… everyone makes mistakes.
There
is some comfort in the sweet sorrow of regret. It means that the heart
is not stone quite yet,
that the game is not quite over yet, that I have
not given up on myself quite yet.
I will probably always make
mistakes I didn’t want to make…but I want to always have the will to
regret them. I want to always feel like I want to change them. I want to
forever understand that when
I have choices I must try to choose right,
but that if I fail, there is still a window of hope. Even if no
one
else on the planet were to believe it but me, I would still put all my
faith in it. After all, if one
cares enough about himself to believe
that he could be a good person, then there is no such thing as
no hope.
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