WHAT IF? That is a question that has inspired and doomed, men and empires alike. It is a haunting yet exciting question. It is one of regret, and hope. Most men fear this question, no doubt at times, to the point of perspiration. That in itself is not cowardly, it is the retreat from such things that deems you worthy of such a title. I have found myself locked in a deathgrip with this question for the last several months, going back and forth between past regets and future hopes. I find myself consumed mostly with the dark side of this question, the moments of light are few and far between. I have to determined in my mind, and more importantly my heart, to not run away from this monster, but to face it head on, both light and dark, regret and hope. I don't believe it is possible to confront or conquer one without the other. There would be no need for the light if their were no dark, no desire for warmth, if their is no cold. The more you work, and the harder you fight for things, the more precious they become. That said, I know that when I defeat and bury this adversary named regret, hope will be all the more sweet. Thanks again, for suffering through my babbles, until next time.