The Vicious Cycle of Regrets

 

We were born good and had innocent hearts and looks. We would look at people suffering and would want to offer assistance even as young as we are. We would ask these questions; Mummy, Daddy, why are these people poor? Why are these people evil? Why can’t they seem to stop?

Then suddenly something bad happens when we grow. The media and friends tell us how bad we are, they praise our evil lifestyle and invite us into sinking deep in our bad lifestyle. They tell us how proud they are of our evil ways and we can’t help but to do it more, find more ways to get the hype.

Then suddenly the regrets and the blame game sets in at a point in our lives usually when we’ve exhausted our youthfulness and don’t measure up in society; jobless, with no qualifications, no children, no properties, and all our friends who praised our evil ways have better lives; good job, a good marriage and are better off.

Then we try to look at our past lifestyle, wishing we had never met some people, been involved in certain activities, listened to some voices, taken some positions and ideologies, and visited some places.

We ask these questions; how was I able to get involved in this? How deaf was I that I couldn’t listen? How did I fall into this? What was wrong with my mind?

We then resort to blaming our parents, society, and loved ones who advised us on our ways. We say, “You knew the end of this would be ruthless but you didn’t do much to put me back on track”. We say, “You couldn’t have beaten the evil out of me”.

We struggle to go back and realized that there’s nothing much we can do other than to go back to our good ways, childhood innocence, and the place of worship where we are most welcome. By then, most of us would have been in our old age and have no strength like the gazelle jumping around and have nothing much to offer society.

We get ourselves into advising the young only to realize that we are speaking to stones hence, the vicious cycle of regrets continues from generation to generation.