Disclaimer: The Silmarillion does not belong to me, nor does Týrin Turambar. They are the property of J. R. R. Tolkien.
I wish that someone had told me that innocence, as well as ignorance, was bliss, but they did not.
I wish that changing the past was possible, but it is not.
I wish that the years of my childhood had passed thrice as slow as they did, but they have not.
I wish that my mind could blot out memories, as a writer blots out words, but it cannot.
I wish not to blot out another’s memory, for I fully deserve their blame, though place blame they do not.
I wish that words and actions were retractable, but they are not.
I wish that I listened twice as much as I spoke, instead of speaking twice as much as I listened, but I do not.
I wish that I was slow to anger, and quick to make peace, but I am not.
I wish not to be weak or trampled on, only to be rich in humility and poor in pride, but I am not.
I wish that I could trade all my knowledge and experience for one pearl of wisdom, but I cannot.
I wish that I was worthy of trust once more, but I know I am not.
I wish that I could perform some great and shining deed to redeem myself, but I cannot.
I wish the Valar would bless me with another chance, but they will not.
I wish they would grant forgiveness, but I deserve it not.
I hope events will turn right in the end, but how, I know not.