La Belle Dame Sans Regrets

Dansons tu dis

Et moi, je suis

Mes pas sont gauches

Mes pieds tu fauches

Je crains les sots

Je cherche en vain les mots

Pour mexpliquer ta vie, alors

Tu mens, ma Soeur

Tu brises mon coeur

Je pense, tu sais

Erreurs, jamais

Jcoute, tu parles

Je ne comprends pas bien

La Belle Dame sans Regrets*

There’92s something that can be said about regret and how some people never, and will never get over the pain this knife caused them.  There are those who have become dripping faucets their entire lives, unable to seal the leak that they chose to come to grips with, without necessarily fixing it.  .

I read a blog by some girl who wrote that all she needs is a bit of time so she can get used to the pain she’92s feeling.  I don’92t know if she intends to take her emotions to the gym so it gains enough muscle to carry all the baggage containing her past hurts, but I hope it works for her.  Sooner or later, she’92s gonna have a heart as buffed as a rhino’92s, although I don’92t think it’92s gonna stop there.  I’92m gonna have to think of another animal to compare her heart with when a new wave of hurt comes her way.

I think regret is something that has to be exorcised.  It cannot be allowed to stay inside a person.  It has to be confronted, and then discarded.  Otherwise it will be like a flesh eating virus that nibbles incessantly with bites that are small enough to remain unnoticed but are lethal enough to cause permanent damage.

Forget regret.  Life is difficult enough even without harboring pangs about the what-if’92s and the what-could-have-been’92s.

*Song of the same title by Sting.  I have no idea what it means but I’m feeling extra pretentious today.