Funny how we talk about second chances, everyone makes mistakes, it's okay, why are you judging judging is wrong yet we are the ones who cannot forgive or forget.

But face it, most of life comes in streams and phases. Unpredictable as the wind, quiet as the raindrops racing down your car window. When it's over and done, it's gone. No room for negotiation, no "I'm sorry can we try again?" Because no, sometimes you may not try again. Sometimes there is no again. This life is liquid; it doesn't stop to accommodate your faults or weaknesses. As flawed as we are we have to learn to learn whilst moving on. No such thing as putting your life on hold to recover something else. Some mistakes require no amount of sorry because no amount of sorry will make up for it. These mistakes are the deadliest. Like a thorn in the flesh, an ingrown toenail, the wound heals over, new skin grows over time. But the problem lies within, silently anticipating your next move, causing you pain, subtle nagging sting somewhere inside. No matter how, you are unable to rid of it. These are the types of mistakes you grow old with. Pain the evidence of the deeds not undone. The brand of your foolishness. Oh, why were you so silly. I am so sorry that the value of my sorrys have decreased to negligible and they will never make up for the things we've lost and more importantly will never be able to get back.

I still don't listen to my advice.