I'm going to be perhaps too honest right now, but here goes.
I have so much regret.
It’s funny, because I used to tell people I didn’t believe in regret.
Just “life lessons.”
Well, I guess I’ve been in denial.
Because I feel regret deep down in my bones. In my chest. Especially today.
I've always been a horribly indecisive person, for decisions big and small.
But, of course, it's those big decisions that I feel regretful about.
It's hard for me to trust myself to make the right choice.
They say hindsight is 20/20. Boy, is that ever true.
There are so many things I wish I could take back.
Decisions I would have made differently.
Things I didn’t do that I wish I had done.
Things I’ve done that I wish I didn’t do.
You know the drill.
And I know there is no point in dwelling in the past.
Everyone makes mistakes, of that I am aware.
But this logic, this reasoning, still doesn’t help me shake that awful feeling.
That I wish I had a rewind button and that I could zip myself back to the beginning.
And press play all over again.
The question is: would I really do it any better—would my life be that much better— if I had it to do again?
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