Regretting Regret (or something along those lines)
I’ve been trying to live life without regret for a few years now. I think it might have finally caught up with me. It has taken an odd twist of circumstance, but to quote the infamous V: “I ,like God, do not play at dice, nor do I believe in coincidence.” So circumstances have led me to conclude that perhaps Regret is not Anathema, but a desire to be more than the sum of our failures and inadequacies. A continuing quest for a ‘pure’ experience however unattainable it might be for man. That no matter how deep you bury emotion or suspicion (I can bury both VERY deep), it WILL come to you and you WILL face the reaction and results. Not in an ethereal “judgement day” sometime/where, but a very real evocation of feeling and an internal reckoning of what has transpired and why. You will never be able to grow past any actions you’ve buried until you’ve faced them full on and acknowledged the impact and import of each and every one. (and by “you” I mean “I” of course)
The Past can be a knife
Slicing at your present
Hemorrhaging your future
The Past can be a net
Holding you rooted
Restraining you with fear
The Past can be an altar
Stealing your first-stillborn
Burning your Dreams
The Past can be a treasure
Lighting your now
Providing for your then
The Past can be a many things
It is Anathema
It is Life
It is lens you look through
To see the world you’ve made
The Past can be a knife
Slicing at your present
Hemorrhaging your future
The Past can be a net
Holding you rooted
Restraining you with fear
The Past can be an altar
Stealing your first-stillborn
Burning your Dreams
The Past can be a treasure
Lighting your now
Providing for your then
The Past can be a many things
It is Anathema
It is Life
It is lens you look through
To see the world you’ve made