Well, I'm probably not going to participate in any ritual blood sacrifices to ancient and most likely long-dead gods in the future. Seriously, what was I on?
As the saying goes in my world: "Regret nothing until it is too late. Then regret everything."
But other than regret, intense shame for being so misguided, a desire to go back in time and not do the things I've done, and that vague, empty feeling where all you can say is "oh...oh"...not much, really. Or rather, I feel many things, but none of them are going to resurrect any blood sacrifices. So it's better to just swallow all guilt, accept that I am an imperfect, feeling creature of flesh and bone, and try to strive for a better present.
Dwelling too much on the past just keeps you from moving forward, I think.
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As the saying goes in my world: "Regret nothing until it is too late. Then regret everything."
But other than regret, intense shame for being so misguided, a desire to go back in time and not do the things I've done, and that vague, empty feeling where all you can say is "oh...oh"...not much, really. Or rather, I feel many things, but none of them are going to resurrect any blood sacrifices. So it's better to just swallow all guilt, accept that I am an imperfect, feeling creature of flesh and bone, and try to strive for a better present.
Dwelling too much on the past just keeps you from moving forward, I think.