Regret

It's that sick feeling in your stomach the morning after,
knowing that you've violated your own principles mixed
together with filth.
It's the sobering feeling of regret.
But how can you say no?  Why does it rise from your own mind,
daring you to contradict yourself?
You smell the aroma, you see the smiles of the happy people,
the vibe of the good crowd and you know you're hooked.
You know you will fall to the temptation.
You know that no matter how resilient you are,
you're just another piece of chaff in the maelstrom of life,
unable to keep your word and integrity.

If that possibility of regret showed itself before,
if you could see the results of the actions prior
to taking part,
how much wiser we would be.  How much stronger.
Resistence seems unnatural, impossible.
Caving is inevitable.
But why make the choices you make?  Why choose stupidity?
Is it the false hope that one more time will be okay?
Why subject yourself to something you know you'll regret?

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Yes, I regret eating New China Buffet last night.  I admit it.  Once again I resolve myself to abstain from buffets, especially Chinese buffets, but I know my promises are empty and weak.  I'm only human.  Well, mostly...