Choice and Regret

What if all those actions of mine, which I started with profound certainty shatter in the end?
What if the end leaves me with infinite regrets,
And remorse that can never be unleashed by any amount of tears?
Will all that sweat be rendered futile, disappearing into an oblivion of time and space?
I don't know how it will behold to me.
While looking at people who once were burning like a flame now have been reduced to ashes,
Reminds me that there is a lot more required to keep the flame burning,
To spread the light, and not consume itself in the dark.
What if I got reduced to ashes?
Am I prepared for the worst of failure?
I don't know, but all I have is to not regret the choice I made,
And not regret it in the future even after being thumped by the bottomless depth of failure.