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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