The Unhealed Wound

For how long this night would last when silence plays a song for a sad heart? And how much of darkness would it need? When night shall raise above all the rays of sunshine, would it hide our light of day? Would erase all the misfits and all the mistakes? I wish I can go back in time and fly my soul to a yesterday where things could’ve been fixed, well; it’s just another dream to help me pass through another night.

The toughest feeling one can have is the feeling of regret, when you let you mind wonders in what you could have done, and let your heart drowns in the possibilities which you may have missed, but where is this taking you?

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I can’t forget the words that Danny Devito said in The Big Kahuna movie:

“But the question is much deeper than that. The question is, do you have any character at all? And if you want my honest opinion Bob, you do not. For the simple reason that you don’t regret anything yet. You’ve already done plenty of things to regret. You just don’t know what they are. It’s when you discover them. When you see the folly in something you’ve done. And you wish you had it to do over. But you know you can’t because it’s too late. So you pick that thing up and you carry it with you. To remind you that life goes on. The world will spin without you. You really don’t matter in the end. Then you will attain character because honesty will reach out from inside and tattoo itself all across your face. Until that day however, you cannot expect to go beyond a certain point.”

The wound of regret is never healed, and it’s a load that we shall carry all the way, then we let it shape who we are, would it build us or destroy us? Would it steal us from life or would it steal life from us? The pain of regret is hard to bear and heavy to carry, and so it must stick to us to remind us of who we used to be, carry it with you wherever you go, for it might guide you to the right track for a change.



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