No Regrets

No regrets they all say, but what does this mean, to live a full life, and follow ones dream. Mistakes are made along every path, to claim your immune helps me remember to laugh. Not at expense or intended offense, but a gift to myself called personal choice. I am what I am, and my beliefs are unique, my outlook is growing, sorry yours is so bleak. I will die in due time, whatever I do, with a refusal to follow an imaginary set of rules. I do not wish to pass by the attractions presented, what if’s never brought positive attention. Like a cat I am curious, and aware of no spare lives, with the one that I have, I wish to venture and strive.