March 13, 2010
Every now and then, I find the familiar questions emerging to haunt me yet again. They wake me from my sleep. I turn a corner, they slap me in the face. Played out in nightmares. A word, a look, a thought. Spurred on by the pain of regret, I stumble through the murkiness of a thousand questions.
How do you say you’re sorry? Is sorry ever enough?
How do you make amends? Is it even possible?
How do you live with the regret of knowing the pain you’ve caused?
How do you stop torturing yourself with wishing you could change the past?
Can things ever be 100% right again? Or is it too late?
How do you forgive yourself, and move on?
Though I’ve come far, I can’t pretend like these things don’t bother me anymore. They still do. Tremendously. And I haven’t figured out the answers yet, though I hope I’m getting closer. I don’t know. All I know is that I am sorry… Sorry for it all.
Linkin Park – Leave Out All The Rest