IF ONLY I CAN REWRITTIME
There are moments when I sit back and think—if only I could take back time. If only life gave me the power to rewind, to walk through my days again with the wisdom I carry now. I would choose differently. I would speak more carefully. I would love with more patience. I would listen more than I talked. I would not allow anger, fear, or confusion to write chapters that I now wish I could erase.
But life is cruel in that sense. It moves only forward. There is no pause button, no chance to undo the things we regret. We are left with the weight of our choices, the sting of our mistakes, and the haunting thought of what could have been. That is the hardest part—knowing that sometimes one wrong decision can close a door that may never open again.
I think about the people I hurt without meaning to, the opportunities I let slip away, the dreams I abandoned because I was too afraid to fail. If I could take back time, I would hold on tighter to the people who truly cared. I would spend less energy proving myself to the wrong ones. I would forgive myself sooner instead of drowning in shame.
Yet, even in the pain of regret, I realize something: mistakes are part of the story. They shape us in ways perfection never could. The scars remind us that we lived, that we felt, that we tried—even when we stumbled. Perhaps that is why time never goes backwards. If it did, we might erase the very lessons that are meant to carry us forward.
Still, late at night, when silence feels heavier than words, the thought returns: If I could take back time, I’d do everything right. Not because I hate who I’ve become, but because I sometimes wonder how much brighter life could have been without all the detours, without all the broken pieces. And maybe that’s what makes us human—the longing for second chances in a world that only moves in one direction .
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Your post made me think deeply about how we learn as we grow. Just today, I was talking to this young lady that I used to teach. I told her that I knew about all the bad behaviour when she was at school and that was the reason why I would preach in class about bad behaviour. She was sincere and I am happy she has learnt from her mistakes.
I told her not to regret anything as she will never go back to high school. I advised that she learn from the mistakes and move forward. There is no benefit in complaining or crying over spilt milk.
I follow exactly the same stance as you, there is no room for regret in this life. We can only move forward by learning from mistakes. When we learn, we convert misfortune to fortune. By learning we become winners.
Thank you so much for affirming on this post, am more encourage
Greetings @marvii i really felt this… sometimes I also wish I could turn back time and fix a few things. But yes, you’re right, mistakes also teach us and make us who we are today. Very beautifully written post ❤️🌼🌸
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Sometimes I imagine holding a pen that can rewrite time. I’d edit out regrets, fix broken chapters, and add more joy where sadness once lived. Yet, perhaps time’s unchangeable flow is what makes life meaningful every mistake shapes who we are, and every step has its hidden lesson.