Summer Breeze

The beauty of the summer is being able to slow down, step back, look around, and enjoy. Yet as the crisp summer breeze blows across my face and the sun lightly shines done on my already burned twice over shoulders, I feel my life being swept up into a whirlwind and passing by as a blur of color and confusion. I’ve been told that everything happens for a reason. I’ve learned to believe that we shouldn’t regret, and yet in as little as a few weeks, I’ve learned to regret so much. From time to time I get caught up in that regret – wanting to take back what was said, what I was, what I did, what he did, what she did…said…did…wanted… It becomes all a sort of a circle of recognizing the regret, dwelling on it, then repeating – whose will is it? Not mine. Okay. Thanks, let’s stop there. It’s frustrating to try to correct your mistakes, others mistakes, or to try and take a step back and wish you could do it all again, just so this time you’d have the last say. So here’s the question: can I have the last say this time? I miss it all. I. want. to. take. it. all. back. to. November. Fall – cool fresh breeze of autumn. Thanks.