I keep thinking about mu past and wondering why I didn't stop.... why I didn't pay attention... why I didn't listen... Why did I allow things to get to that point?
Yet there is little regret because I got the strength and courage to stop, look, pay attention and then move.... I made a move and ended the bleeding.
I tried to do the right things... I tried to put my head out and to figure out what the madness was all about.... I am not at the end because I just don't know