Still and all, why bother? Why continue to believe the words they speak? Why hope today will be better? Because if I don’t, I’m no better than them. I would rather be the one who is hurting, than to visit that pain on anyone else. Even if it cuts, like a dagger through the soul. I will not live with regrets.
As my life slips away, sometime on white water rapids. I have no regrets about the people I’ve met in my life. Some I remember with great joy, some with agonizing pain. Some with laughter, some with just a sad smile. But none with regret. But, in quiet ponds of reflections,