Regrets

We're handed out this clean sheet of paper for us to write on, and that's supposed to be life.
For some reason all that we can do is to write only drafts. When we know enough to produce a final and definitive copy, it's late, or so it seems.
Apparently re-writing, erasing, deleting, spell checking and the rest of the proof reading business is not allowed. We're called to make do with the drafts, our drafts.

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Perhaps feeling bad about our pitfalls is a good sign in itself: we're not content with the script we're writing.
Perhaps that bad feeling might provide the contents for us to turn to a new and blank page and start again.
Hopefully on the same chapter?