I wrote each one on a rock and placed them in a park. Seeing them physically set out, I recognized most were options I would certainly celebrate now.
The weight of a stone is a factual thing. It can not lie. You can feel it resting in your hand, the density, the coolness of the surface area, the immutable fact of its existence.
My regrets, nevertheless, were weighted too, however as a swirling, fractal mass behind my eyes. A storm I had actually weathered for greater than a decade. The weight of a male that believed he had actually damaged his own life and, in doing so, had actually broken moreover.
I was a cartographer of a haunted interior. I mapped just the valleys of every error, every word I could have swallowed, every open door that would certainly have appeared as a closed door I would certainly have attempted.
This discomfort became my most dependable companion. It was the first thing I really felt when I got up in the early morning, and it was the last whisper before I dropped off to rest.
I played scenes on a loop in my head like a director stuck watching his worst film for infinity. The time I allow my ambition blind me to the requirements of a good friend, and I selected to go after a promotion rather than making the effort to console my pal. The moment I allow fear turn me cruelly towards someone …