tales for dreamers: a place to store your regrets

There’s a place you can go to dump your regrets.

Every regret that has ever tormented you — the things you said or did, the things you wish you had said or done but didn’t — you can rid yourself off every single one of them and dump them into a cage. 

The easiest part is finding an enclosure to dump them into. The hardest part is getting them out of your body in the first place.

That sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. 

That boulder that sits heavy on your chest and refuses to let you breathe. 

The pebble that lodges itself in the hollow at the base of your throat, threatening to choke you on every breath you take. 

No wonder regrets look like rocks when they’ve come out of you.

You’ve got to find a good witch and let her put her hand in those places where you hurt the most and pull out your regrets, one by one.

It hurts a lot. Of course, it hurts a hell of a lot.

But it hurts a lot less than carrying all those burdens inside you all your life.

It’s safe to open an enclosure once. Other people’s regrets can never torment you. 

But once you’ve fed some of your own regrets to a cage, never come back to it. 

To open it once more is an invitation for all the regrets you jettisoned there to come back and haunt you all over again. 

Last week's image info: The traffic light with its admonishing command in 'a simple rule for pedestrians' is situated at the intersection of Belvenia Rd and New St. I cross this spot on my daily walks, and thereafter I choose which way I'd like to proceed, down Belvenia Rd or straight on New St. Both are equally great choices!