regret
like a wound
that never heals
throbbing
in the night
regret
like a wound
that never heals
throbbing
in the night
open your mind to a growth mindset and new perspectives
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I suffer with this type of regret. But I lived in a way that atonement is not necessary from then on. That’s all I can do now.
That may be enough.
Wounds heal,(as you know), by forgiving and forgiveness,(even unto yourself), is the cure.
…only brings sadness…
Especially as we grow older.
Forgive yourself. Just when I’m at my most tormented state of regret, I remember to forgive myself.
Good advice.
Regret can turn your thoughts to the past of what your regret concerns but does nothing else except keep you from focusing on your present situation.
True.