Something Gives

It's time I closed the door on regret. The truth is that the world turns with the most beautifully flawed of intentions. As six billion clueless shuffling people lean against one another like keystones in an arch, they shape each others edges over time. Sometimes I resent the marks others leave on me. Sometimes I resent myself for the marks I leave on them. Either way, it's an unavoidably imperfect existence. Worrying about what was and what might be; it just simply accentuates the distance we all reside from perfect.