Ah yes, the flood of regrets, most self-initiated, some almost unbearable, and really very few excuses. Just something more to be endured, I'm afraid. And then there is light again. Thank you Mattie.
How corrosive a thing is remorse , “ Remorse is the poison of life ,” says Mister Rochester to Jane . Ain’t that the truth! How can we redeem ourselves ? Just do the best you can every day and if you’re lucky , after a while maybe you might be able to construct a design of happy memories to which you may resort with pleasure , says Jane. ( Or words to that effect .)
Charlotte Brontë certainly knew her stuff 😄 I wrote a poem once about regret, and following one's dreams. It took me to some unexpected places (to be honest, most of my poems do). Anyway, the final quatrain is this; One thing alone it seems is true That failure's not the hell it seems Regret's a hotter hell by far Inaction is the death of dreams I admit, it's a bit gauche to quote oneself (I do apologize), but in this instance I do so to illustrate that I take your meaning (and agree).
@@MattiesStoryland I really need some "Wite - Out " for a few very poignant memories which are not " serving " me at all. Maybe you're saving all of us hundreds of dollars of therapy money which , I daresay , we can't afford .
Thank you Trish, and my apologies for not replying sooner. I understand your meaning, and empathize with your need of a little "white-out". Wisdom comes at a price, and sometimes that price is a little too much self-awareness. It's probably better to know about your mistakes and imperfections (else how can we grow?), but that knowledge can be rather painful. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem. Sometimes, especially when things are dark, it's encouraging (even vital) to know that others have felt as you do.
Thank you for being so open Mattie - it is a gift you have and you share with us. Your poem is beautifully sad. Xxx
Thank you Bernie, that's lovely of you to say.
Truth, most often hurts the most. This poem touched me deeply. Thank you
Thank you Laura. I'll admit, it was a tough one to write.
Ah yes, the flood of regrets, most self-initiated, some almost unbearable, and really very few excuses. Just something more to be endured, I'm afraid. And then there is light again. Thank you Mattie.
Thank you, Len. Apologies for the lateness of my reply; real life has been rudely intruding upon my hobby time.
Great channel. You are a splendid reader. Greetings from Poland ✌️💪💥🕺😎
Thank you very much, YM. I'm so glad you have enjoyed some of the readings. Hope all is well with you and yours in Poland 🇵🇱
Nice one. Step on Brother, the night is long. Sláinte.
Thank you, FMP. It can't all be rainbows, can it? Sláinte to you, also.
How corrosive a thing is remorse ,
“ Remorse is the poison of life ,” says Mister Rochester to Jane .
Ain’t that the truth!
How can we redeem ourselves ?
Just do the best you can every day and if you’re lucky , after a while maybe you might be able to construct a design of happy memories to which you may resort with pleasure , says Jane. ( Or words to that effect .)
Charlotte Brontë certainly knew her stuff 😄 I wrote a poem once about regret, and following one's dreams. It took me to some unexpected places (to be honest, most of my poems do). Anyway, the final quatrain is this;
One thing alone it seems is true
That failure's not the hell it seems
Regret's a hotter hell by far
Inaction is the death of dreams
I admit, it's a bit gauche to quote oneself (I do apologize), but in this instance I do so to illustrate that I take your meaning (and agree).
@@MattiesStoryland I really need some "Wite - Out " for a few very poignant memories which are not " serving " me at all. Maybe you're saving all of us hundreds of dollars of therapy money which , I daresay , we can't afford .
Thank you Trish, and my apologies for not replying sooner. I understand your meaning, and empathize with your need of a little "white-out". Wisdom comes at a price, and sometimes that price is a little too much self-awareness. It's probably better to know about your mistakes and imperfections (else how can we grow?), but that knowledge can be rather painful. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem. Sometimes, especially when things are dark, it's encouraging (even vital) to know that others have felt as you do.