Regrets stem from lost opportunities,
And humans in general are notorious for losing them.
True enough; time steals some from our grasp.
We wield no control over those.
But the disguised ones which come to us are dismissed
And never trusted as amazing potential for greatness.
Opportunities progress the human race forward.
Why do we allow them to pass us by?
Precious are opportunities
For escape promises itself in each one.
Solutions will only come to those
Who truly seek them.
Faithful hope always merits a reward.
Wait patiently to reap the product of your investments.
Time notes your whispered dreams.
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