Regret can hold you back,
Stuck in the past, lost in the “what-ifs.”
It\u2019s heavy, it hurts,
And it keeps you from moving forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But what if we choose to see things differently?
What if we focus on what could be,
Instead of what went wrong?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Possibilities are like open doors,
Inviting us to try again,
To dream again,
To believe that better days are ahead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Regret looks back,
But possibilities look forward.
They remind us that tomorrow can be different,
That our choices can lead to something great.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So I choose to dwell in hope,
To imagine what\u2019s possible,
To take small steps toward something new.
Because living in the past
Only takes away from the future I can build.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ll leave regret behind,
And move forward with hope in my heart.
Because possibilities are endless,
And the future is waiting.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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