Grief

Decidedly, regret is one of the worst feelings ever.

To feel remorse for what happened in the past (the keyword here is past), with the knowledge that what had been done could never be reversed (Father Time just doesn't work that way, unfortunately). Worse, if one was in fact capable of avoiding the said occurence from happening at that time.

In other words, it was an opportunity wasted, and as a result, something else gets wasted as well as a byproduct.

Aye, the wheels of fate turn, as they should.

We rarely seek consultation from our intellect, especially when the ever sinister greed that resides within is in reign, taking control.

Perhaps it's because there's an inherent voice - somewhere within, and I suspect that its address is not very far from that of Greed's - that keeps its incessant whisper that implies Hope. Even if the hope is no more than a glimmer from the glass disguised as a gem.

To sum everything up, I am a blundering imbecile who never ceases to astound herself with her remarkable inability to learn from her past mistakes.

Touché.

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