On Regret

Regret isn’t loud. It doesn’t shout. It hums. 

It’s the song playing faintly in the background of memory. 

The moment that keeps returning like a tide that never quite recedes.

The road not taken that still looks back at you. 

But here’s what I’ve learned: Regret can either fossilize you or refine you. It depends on whether you turn it into bitterness or into wisdom.