And I think it's something we must contend with...that at the center of our most cherished insistences, lies a spirit that we may barter with, but bear no hope of ever owning.
We forgive the naïvety of our youth. For they forgive all of the things we are instead.
It’s not the things we do that we live to regret, but rather the things that we never did. A mistake can be forgiven, but life un-lived is not so easily forgotten.