Regrets Beget Emotional Debt
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"The walls we build around us to keep sadness out also keeps out the joy." ~ Jim Rohn
'Regrets, I’ve had a few, but then again, too few to mention
And more, and much more than this I did it my way.'
~ from the song 'My Way'; written by Paul Anka specifically for Frank Sinatra.
Note: In really nothing could be further from the truth about Frank. He never stopped burning with regret over the end of his tempestuous marriage to Ava Gardner, and nursed terrible grudges against anyone who he believed had slighted him.
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My regrets lie hidden below the murky surface
of my emotional seascape,
threatening to pull me down,
like wet woollen wet weather gear
drowns a sailor who falls overboard in a storm.
For regrets are arcane debts never to be repaid.
For the done, cannot be unpicked re-done, nor undone,
and getting over it, needs an account transaction,
to balance the debt, with savings from the good times.
I seldom count my regrets, nor mention them in balance sheet.
For many are too painful to bear, even one at a time.
Going back, reliving the prologue, is a bitter aperitif
to the main course of 'What ifs' dished up with 'If Only' sauce.
Copyright © John Anderson | Year Posted 2018
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