Regret Nothing (A poetic reminder)

(It is so…)

My regrets could make a pile, 
as high as the mountains.
They could bury me, my regrets
before I spoke half of them.
So, I choose not to.
It is hard, sometimes, not to.
I fight the battle not to
regret, each such time.
Sometimes, I win.
Sometimes, I remind myself
that I learned something
from my faults and my failings,
I remind myself
that what has happened
is so, and is done
and that neither the past
nor the future
matter half as much
as the present.
I am here, now—
a product of my past experiences,
a master of my present choices,
and thus, the artist of my future.

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