
Summary
If we're lucky in life, it's lived with a vigor, zest, and joy for all the blessings it brings. We may look back and reminisce through fond, worn memories that we wrap around ourselves like a favorite blanket. They sustain us in times of trial and tribulation, reminding us that the light is never gone-- not fully, not foreverBut what happens when a life is half lived? When a continuous allowance of excuses gets in the way of truly finding happiness? What happens if a life is lived with regret? "What if?" has rendered hearts to dustWhat if she lives with regret?
Note
"Name one hero who was happy."- Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
April 20, 2025 at 03:46 AM
I regret never kissing her.