pondering
What makes us who we are? Our actions or our inactions?
Should I be judged by what I've done or what I've failed to do?
I feel so hopeless sometimes when I think about the people that have passed through my life and how many of them I have hurt, often by not doing enough. All I'm left with our regrets. I never meant to hurt anyone. I wish I could change things, make it better.
Being alive sucks sometimes.
Thoughts?
Should I be judged by what I've done or what I've failed to do?
I feel so hopeless sometimes when I think about the people that have passed through my life and how many of them I have hurt, often by not doing enough. All I'm left with our regrets. I never meant to hurt anyone. I wish I could change things, make it better.
Being alive sucks sometimes.
Thoughts?