regrets
May 19, 2006
All my life I am bombarded by reasons why not to do this, not to do that, not to risk this or not to risk that. And yet after every opportunity that passes, I am filled with regret and the only thing that I can remember is that I didn’t do it. Reason is usually lost. Immaterial. Looking back I often wonder where I would be now had I taken any of those risks that I dared not before and grief over what could have been overcomes me. Now once again solitary, I find it easy to remember that regret is only clothes we wear in the end.
Remember that the next time you fall in love and pass……………………
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