As products of an imperfect world
All of us are imperfect
Everyone of us has done some wrong
There are things we regret
Things we have done
or things we didn’t do
Acknowledging our wrong doings
With a genuine sense of remorse
Can serve to keep us
On the track of life
And encourage us to rectify our mistakes
When possible and take action
To correct things in the future
But if we allow our regret
To degenerate into excessive guilt
Holding on the memory of our past
Trangressions with continued
Blame and self hatred
This serve no purpose
Other than to be relentless source
Of self-punishment
And self-induced suffering.

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