Letting go and forgiving those who have wronged me,
has never been my problem
when it comes to looking back on the past.
But rather being able to forgive myself.
To let go and to tell myself that the decisions
I made at that time in my life,
were the best ones I could’ve made then.
Even if I could go back and change it,
it wouldn’t make a difference.
It would change courses to today
but not the people and places that lead me there.
At the present moment the decisions
I made are the best ones
that I thought of at that time.
Why would anyone want to beat themselves up for that?
Why would anyone look back and call that regret?
– Excerpt from a book I may never publish
J. Saunders
