Regret not

There are nights when I question the accuracy of my past decisions. What if I chose the option I once turned a blind eye to? What if I went down a different path? Would my life be much better? Attempting to relive ‘what could have been’ inside my mind, frustration would sweep me over as I saw a better life in it.

But suddenly, simple yet precious moments — people, places, happenings and even how the sky looked at a certain day — made possible by the decision I was regretting would flash in front of me, just before I would see myself and who I was at that very moment.

Then there was silence, along with it came a genuine smile.  So long as I get to keep them, then it doesn’t matter. 



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