Regrets #3/50

Life is a matter of choice. And every choice we make makes us who we are. If I had known that the decisions I made in the past would bring me to the present, I could have made choices that would enable me to be a better me. Sometimes I made wrong decisions for the sake of stubbornness, and sometimes just because of my stupidity. And sometimes I couldn't make the right decisions because I wasn't brave enough. In the end, there are always regrets left in my palms. This feeling of discomfort caused by my regrets, which does not leave me, consumes my soul like cancer. It's a very difficult feeling that I can't handle. Just like being trapped in an endless fire…