We all have a moment.
A sentence we wish we hadn’t said.
A hand we didn’t hold.
A door we didn’t open — or close.
And still, we carry it.
Not just the memory,
but the weight of it.
We whisper “If only…”
as if the past could hear us.
As if rewinding would rewrite us.
But what if the past isn’t meant to be edited —
only understood?
What if regret isn’t a punishment,
but a compass?
What would you choose now,
knowing what you didn’t know then?
You can’t go back.
But you can move forward —
wiser, softer, clearer.
What would you do differently — and what’s stopping you from doing it now?
