Regrets are worse than those blunders
For which I now regret…
Regrets are like the chains around my heart…
They keep me imprisoned.
If life is a constant onward movement,
Then, there is no point in rowing my boat backward.
There is no point in crying over the spilled milk.
Yes, the situations in my life could have been better;
The people who came in my life could have been more loving and faithful;
The time spent with my children and my parents could have been of a higher quality;
The prayers I said could have been more meaningful;
The friends I moved around with could have been not just the fair-weather kind;
The career I chose could have been the one my heart had thirsted for;
The person who I fell for could have been not just an ‘image’;
The business could have been better,
The house could have been bigger,
The degree could have been prettier,
The happiness could have been sweeter,
The pain... much, much lesser.
And, yes, God could have been kinder… more generous!
Living with them is like living in the past…
Like living dead!