Regret is a subject one always ponders upon, a subject one always has to hold on to. The thought that the regret could have been nonexistent had matters gone a different way lingers on the mind like a butterfly does on a leaf.
Regret is the fear that one has done harm to another, and that harm would never have been done had matters gone a different way. And one can only wish that everything will turn out for the better in a spray of forgiveness.
Regret is a never-ending burden, preying on the soul in a dire desire to conquer. If one starts to fall under its heavy weight, one can only stand up again to attempt to discover what went wrong and why.
Regret is a gift disguised. The fact that the regret has bubbled up in a massive jacuzzi of feelings tells one that matters have gone wrong, and perhaps a slight change in an overbearing character can fix it.
And perhaps not.
For regret is not always fair. But in the end, something good will come out of it. Only faith, time and patience can overcome regret.
At least, I hope so.
