Gimme a break!

When does it stop? The torture that we invariably inflict on ourselves in our blatant bid to witness a change. Time heals, but the marks of wounds remain. We strive for the greater good and our spirit soars stronger. We keep on believing that things will get better and they will, but the various means by which our mind wanders questioning the answers we already know and forgiving so easily, to leave us like crashed mirrors wanting another stampede. Maybe we trust our instincts and we should. That's why there's no place for regrets. It's better to storm out than stay on with suppressed anger. It's just not healthy!