The only thing I own is the time now.
The thoughts I possess.
The will to do my best.

I may think I own my past regrets,
The mistakes that were made,
foolish words I had said.

But I don't own them.
I still did the moment they happened.
But once they passed,
they ceased to be mine.

My past is but history to me,
past lessons to be learnt,
stories to be shared,
to give strength to another.

The past left an impact on me,
that I don't deny.
An impact that will last forever,
but I can't change it ever.
Not even if I tried.

So why bother?
Why should the past matter?
All I can do now is work to a better future.
But I don't own the future.

All I own is the present moments.
I need to use them wisely,
to proceed cautiously,
because I know that..

Once they pass, they cease to be mine.
And this cycle repeats.

I find poets repetitive.
Poems annoying, sometimes.

Because we just go on and on
About the things we yearn
we    crave,   we lose,    we desire,       we       think,    want, long,          wish,  hope,      pray,      dream,    regret, love,      depend,    

feel.

It's good for emotions really.
But what about actions?

Sometimes the best way for someone
to know how you feel,
is not through words.

"Show, not tell."

"It always seems impossible until it's done."
You quoted.

It's true.

So maybe it's possible,
To move on.
To find someone else.
To love someone else.

But the thing is,
I don't want to.

Purity is not just about virginity,
It's also about dignity,

Purity is not restricted to femininity,
but requires the protection of chivalry,
and regard for responsibility.

Purity is not innocence out of ignorance,
It's making a choice that's different.
Even when facing a challenge.

Purity is not just about hiding behind a white veil,
Or donning a white spotless gown.
It's about going through a season of waiting,
even if it can be tough.

Purity is not just a state of being,
It's a state of knowing,
valuing and protecting...

The sacredness of a marriage.
The loyalty to one's spouse.
The unity of two to form one flesh.

Not giving up one's body to all the rest,
but leaving it for God's best.