Regrets are like the graffiti that homeless kid doodled on the walls of our back alley; we like to imagine they are a (skewed) form of art, a (forced) means of our expression or simply a (deliberate) movement to assert our freedom of expression, but at the end of the day, they are stains that taint the purity of who we are and who we are working to become. Not to paint such a solemn and bleak image here but regrets are often self-glorified to reduce the negative ramifications they have on our emotional and psychological well-being. To be fair and realistic, it is far from practical, or even plausible, to right our wrongs all the time, which leaves some regrets that can never be undone, those stubborn stains infinite volumes of turpentine can never get rid off. The indelible mark of shame these regrets leave creates the inherent imperative for us to hide behind a shroud of pretense and self-foolery. Against all odds, we fight to remind ourselves that in spite of our mortal sins, there is bound to be a way to hide from plain sight the giant cross we bear upon our shoulders.
If only they were that simple to shrug off and cast aside.
But how long can we run, hide, ignore or just pretend that these regrets still exist and continue to haunt our daily existence? More importantly, do we eventually have to face the realities and repercussions stemming from the sins of our past? Regardless of the outcome, the premise remains unchanged, much like the regrets that we can't let go (or rather, those that won't let us go).
What's worse and cruelly ironic is that these regrets often fester and bud to generate multiple copies of themselves. When left unattended and swept under the rug, only time and tide will chase us to the end and corner us with yet another regret--that of not resolving and bringing to closure the aforementioned problems. One thing leads to another but I'm sure you are well-versed with this concept of a vicious cycle and rather than frustrate over a convoluted argument, it's safer to say that something has to be done about such regrets. And that's not to say you necessarily have to paint over the stained wall or scrub violently in a bid to cover up your mistakes. How you remedy and make the best out of regrets is ultimately like any form of art--it has to be executed with intricacy, carried out with utmost delicacy and most importantly, it has to embody sincerity. It is not about covering up the stains with another coat of paint; it is about turning that off-colored streak into a beautiful painting, graffiti that we look upon as a work of art and not vandalism. The choice is there for you to best handle the situation so don't ruin it. Take a step back and take your time to assess the circumstances before making the go-ahead to transform your regret into something you might have never had.
Still, easier said than done huh?
