A long time ago, the past caught up to me.

A long time ago, I vowed to myself that I would never have regrets.
I would never let myself have regrets.

A long time ago, my past caught up to me. The past caught up to me.

It's a whole lot harder than I thought, living without regret.

A whole lot more complicated than I ever thought this life could get.

I've lost focus.
Now I feel my past sneaking up behind me.
And the regrets encompassing me.

Today, I will live without regret.
I will live with my past, and not argue against it.
I will look forward, press on, and look back.

I will look behind me, only to see where I've come from. To tell me where to never go again.

I'm moving. I don't know if I'm moving forward or backward. I probably never will.
But as long as I'm moving, I'll be okay.
Even when I think I can't do it, I can't keep the pace, it's alright as long as you just keep pushing