It’s the end of the year. I hate this date.
What a waste regret is. Regret is crying over spilled milk, over water under the bridge, over things that you cannot change—essentially crying over the past. But if you could change the past, would you? The past defines you. It allows you to appreciate the present better—in a different way to how you would have appreciated the present if the past had never been. Without the past, the lighting on the present is all off. The light would be purely neutral and nothing would have any meaning. There would be no depth—just a two-dimensional image without substance.
When life delivers one of its cruelest blows, you reassure yourself with “rock bottom”. Either you tell yourself that you have hit rock bottom and the only way from here is up, or you tell yourself that there’s so much worse out there and, although you’re suffering, there are others out there who have truly hit rock bottom. So hidden within this expression of despair is hope and one of the purest forms of hope – hope for something intangible – hope for better.