regret(s)*

I don't care for the word regret, plural or otherwise. A life can be full of regret if you let it; the reflection of ghosts casting a murky shadow onto what could have, should have, would have been. 

Regret is finite, a tiny little box of secrets to dip into when things aren't going your way. A way of ensuring that your doubt and negativity is the cause of that bitter little pill.

Regret is mutable. There are some instances that might be deemed 'full of regret' that also might be changed,(depending of course on what it is), and that is a hope inducing thought. 

I like to believe that I live my life with no regrets. And while my regret list isn't long, there are a few. Ones that I can't change unfortunately, but I've almost gotten over the disappointment that those regrets carry. Any lingering residue that resides does nothing to change the outcome. 

It is what it is. 

*I've joined along with Amanda for the month of November with daily writing prompts you can find here