The mistakes I’ve made in this path of life

Are the path.

While I must repent for the hurt they’ve caused others,

Who would I be without them?

There is no growth without pain. And this path is no ordinary trail. It is a brook, and its currents push us forward. Struggling to fight them back and return to old bends only offers us suffering.

Letting go is not an easy choice nor one devoid of action,

It is to swim with the stream.