Regret

You’re ecstatic. Everything is at ease. The bodily functions are perfect, and you are in full jubilance. That new job, that amazing home, the new life partner, everything seems so perfect. Negative is obscure to you, chance of ill is nil.

And yet amidst all the good going, you make a haphazard choice, an unexpected one. It hurts, kills the being. It bangs you with the same question every time, “why did you do it?”. And every time, the pain aggravates. It deepens; there’s no chance of alleviation, and your body enervates in pain.

The mind becomes ill. That haphazard jeopardizes you, reminds you of your action. People start talking, the home is not so amazing. The job is an excruciating pain and life, it seems to be perfectly imperfect. You’re mortified by that one choice, betrayed by many.

Source: Psychology Today

Now all that is left is regret. Regret which will provide a temporary fix but a permanent affliction. Regret that damages you, hits you, bring you tears; that is nothing but the incessant revival of your past.

It debilitates you, exacerbates your disposition. You are not the same. Blame is the new common, wrong is the new right. “Why did you do it?”, says your voice.

Tears are the only soothing, “I” the only help. What were you pleased for? That job which you vexed, that relationship which didn’t even turn for you or that house, where you don’t stay now.

“It always happens for the good”, they say. Suffering carves you, strengthens you, uplifts you. Things seem so lighter now, life so changed. “I am my thoughts, and it is my thoughts which make me, or break me”, is your new mantra.

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For now, is the time; be alert. An opportunity might knock. Someone might turn up. That friend might help. That idiosyncratic may change everything — your destiny, your condition, and even you. You are God’s beautiful creation. There’s still power left, breath left — hope left.

Hope.

Hope for the better. Hope, that you don’t choose that choice again. Hope, you maintain a better countenance. Hope, you let it go next time. It is as it is. Hope, you don’t regret next time.