regret is a coldhearted bitch.

So many shoulda-coulda-wouldas and druthers. I've been told I am lucky for feeling that I am solely to blame for the life I have, for seeing who and where I am now as the end result of choices made in the past. I don't feel lucky. It feels very lonely and desperate. And altogether disheartening.

Still, I hold this to be true: that one should take responsibility for one's own life. You may not have chosen or foreseen the consequences, but somewhere along the line, you always had choice.