Because no you didn’t just lose the thing you were good at it but through it you lost a piece of you because after you lost it you believed it made up all of you.

We regret a lot in our lives, never in the moment though. It counter punches us after we take the first hit. We might regret wishes we made come true. But then how could we regret something we once wanted so bad. We might regret a decision. A decision in relationships, in life. We might even regret the decision we made in a split second. We regret not saying certain things, regret not making actions clearer. We regret saying no to things we weren't sure of. Regret destroys the future, not the past. Then thoughts swarm our head. Regret never comes without its friends. Guilt, shame, overthinking and all take their hit. Maybe if I did this, I would do that. Maybe if I thought this through and took the time to understand I wouldn't have been hit with this kind of bat. Regret’s friend climbs into our head, it tears us from inside out. Others will never notice the monsters attacking you until you make it clear. But by then you’ll just be made of fear. So then when everything silences, regret leaves. It bids you a farewell, goodbye my friend until next time. So do you ever regret it? Regret letting it in your head.

Happily ever after. Root for the hero. Save the world. That's what we have all thought in this unrealistic swirl. Please save the people. Please just please. Let me understand what you went through to get this breeze. The narrator will always be the hero. The narrator will always save us. The hero goes up against tough battles and moments in life. Making a promise to end with a fight. But what we don’t understand is that we either die a hero or live long enough to see ourselves become a villain. In the end we choose to listen to the one with the tale. We are told that villains do bad things but we never ask why. Maybe that's why our lives are filled with lies. The villain will always be the villain if the hero tells the story. It’s kinda embarrassing really. We listen to the one happily ever after. But the happily ever after ends with one falling. Even sometimes the devil sits back and admires the work. But not the work of the villain. The work of us. The work of how even with someone bleeding on the floor we don’t give a second thought and we will walk right out that door. While we are young we learn early on about the good and the bad. The light and the dark. But the only difference is who is telling the story. Eventually one person we hate, their eyes go cold. So yes there is a villain but we are the ones who create them. Yes there are fairy tales but they are quite optimistic. In the end it’s not who beats who, it’s who tells their story first. Villains are just the ones with their stories untold.