Nothing in life is permanent. Not the highs. Not the heartbreaks. Not the friendships you thought were tattooed on your soul. Not the job you once begged the universe for. Not even the version of you reading this right now.

We like to pretend otherwise…clinging to moments, people, identities like we’re not all made of sand and seconds. We scroll, swipe, save, archive… holding onto digital ghosts because we’re afraid to admit that most things (and people) are just passing through.

But you know what does stick around?
Regret.

It’s the one thing that knows how to pack a suitcase and settle in. It doesn’t care how successful you become later, or how many self-help books you read. If you ignored your gut, ghosted your dream, or stayed small to make someone else comfortable, don’t worry. Regret will remind you. At 2 a.m. On your morning coffee run. In quiet car rides.

Here’s the thing:
Most of us are so scared to feel temporary pain, we choose permanent disappointment. We’d rather avoid awkward conversations than risk authenticity. We stay in situations that quietly kill us to avoid the loud chaos of change.

But every time you shrink yourself, every time you bite your tongue when your soul is screaming—you’re buying a one-way ticket to the land of “what if.”

So what if we started living like impermanence is a gift, not a threat?

What if we let go faster, jumped sooner, said the thing, left the place, tried the thing we think we’d fail at—because everything is temporary anyway?

The truth is, when you accept that nothing lasts forever, you stop trying to preserve what’s already expired. You free yourself to actually live, to try, to leap.

Because at the end of this weird, beautiful, chaotic ride, it’s not the failed attempts that haunt us.
It’s the silence.
The stillness.
The “almosts” and “maybes” that calcify into regret.

So go. Do the damn thing. Say what’s on your heart. Be bold. Be awkward. Be wildly, unapologetically alive.

Because nothing is permanent, bestie—
except regret.