It’s like wiping yourself from existence

The changing of the past

Or crossing an alternate timeline

Or suffering from selective amnesia

The past cannot be changed

Else you’ll upend the very fabric

Of the great things you become

The brilliant things you learnt

So by default,

You’d be a worse version of you

The worst ever!

No empathy

No understanding of the broader picture

You’d remain narrow minded

Like a wheelbarrow

Having no choice about spilling its contents

Well having no choices

Is not a good look

Be good to yourself

And say....

I regret only that anyone got hurt

But I’m glad I learnt

Success only comes by falling over

Even if it is only once