My regrets are few.
I thought they would be black marks but instead they are empty holes.
The regrets I have are what I have not done. Not what I have done. There are things I have done which I am embarrassed by. I regret any hurt I have caused. And if I knew the actions or words to blame perhaps I would regret. But the joy I missed or the pain I could have prevented seems the greater regret.
No comments:
Post a Comment