There is a person out there. A man. He walks amongst us and says, "hello." You see him at the store and you see him at the bar. He isn't the brightest man, nor is he the happiest. Yet, he is still a man. He is a good person. He gives to charity and feels bad for the poor. He works and has fun and you would never know that inside his mind a monster tears at his soul.
He doesn't show it. Why should he? Do you? We all make mistakes. But the real question is do we regret them? This man does and you would never know it. Sure he makes comments at work about the men in suits in Washington, but he casts his vote. He also complains about taxes and when the rent is raised. He is 'normal' as any other man but still he lives in the past. He wonders every morning when he wakes, "what could've been?" He is consumed to no end by the decisions he made that moving forward is not an option anymore. Yes, one could say that the Regretful Man is purely waiting to punch his ticket and enter the grave.
He has no prospects. He doesn't care for love or praise. He just lives. Not in doubt--at least not anymore. He used to. But that time has past; it is gone. Except he holds on to the thoughts. He looks back. Constantly, he reminds himself of the mistake. It could have been small. It could have been huge. But to him--it was the most important thing in his life at that time and the time he is now living. "Move on." Not an option for this man.
This man can't and never will. So he waits. What happened? Why did he become stuck? It doesn't matter because he is. His regrets his own life. He willingly sold it and now, has to live with it. He will be alone too. Nobody can be around this Regretful Man because he is never truly there. His life exists elsewhere. His priorities lie in a dream now. A constant dream of forgetfulness. He is mean: to himself. He bashes his ego and has no confidence but is not depressed. He smiles everyday. However, a thought is a powerful thing. So powerful that it can stop in and say, "hello" whenever it wants. The Regretful Man despises this and despises himself because he will not look forward. He can't. He won't. He never will be.
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