Would you do it all again? If. If you had the chance to go back with what you now know, with what you’ve gained from all of that losing. Would you use what you have to change what you had?
Would you start with the girl drinking tequila from the bottle, the way she thinks his absence is something she’s done, the way she tries to undo it when he walks in the door.
Would you say it’s not cake if it’s just crumbs and stop her from taking that bite?
Or would you whisper in her ear that it’s just life after-all and say Go! Tell her to live her life and then write it? Because it’s all there on that very first night, the little addictions, the tiny cravings. The way she finds a relief in transgression. She is barely out of her teens but she already knows.
That most of what she meets will ask her to break it.
Would you do it all again? If. If it were to turn out exactly the same. Would you tell her to say Yes! to the men who invite her in then lock her out? Would you let her become nothing but impulse and twitch under the skin, let her lose her layers one by one in their arms?
Or would you tell her love this one a little more – and love that one so much less. Would you tell her that it doesn’t get easier than this. That her eyes are on stars while they all look down. And they’ll only ever want what she sees.
Would you do it all again? If. If it led to this?
Found this piece I wrote more than three years ago. Still not sure what ‘it’ led to, ha. Not easy to live without regret – perhaps that’s not even the point in the end. Might be more about living *with* regret and accepting it’s the mistakes that make you …
“Make the most of your regrets; never smother your sorrow, but tend and cherish it till it comes to have a separate and integral interest. To regret deeply is to live afresh.” ~ Henry David Thoreau