That god awful consensus among so many people about “living life without regrets” is one of the most preposterous notions I know. Regret enables us to reflect on our decisions as having been flawed. It allows us to see the destructiveness of impulsivity. It serves as our own monitor for preventing error. We learn from the remorse over our past selves. Who can honestly say that they wouldn’t do something different if they could go back to any desired point in their life? I’d do so much differently. I have numerous regrets. Do I dwell on them in a negative light? To some extent, perhaps, but I also couldn’t live with dismissing these things as mere “happenings.” I can’t change what’s been done but I’ve control of what’s to come. My regrets are what’s steering me away from cultivating more regrets. That’s not to say that I won’t have more, but I can strive to reduce the number.
But don’t tell me that you don’t have any regrets when you’re working a job you hate, living paycheck to paycheck in a family situation that you didn’t plan, financially stagnant as all hell because getting a higher education is way out your reach now that you’ve buried yourself too deep in responsibilities that you weren’t ready for.
Regret those things. It’s human. It’s okay. Don’t be in denial with that pseudo-positive state of mind that claims that you’ve done everything right and how this was all meant to be. But don’t let that keep you from having an authentically bright outlook on your future. You are where you are now because of what you’ve done. And you can either keep treading along with your ignorant, careless philosophy or you can resent how you’ve wasted so many opportunities and work towards getting your shit together.
Don’t live life without regrets.
Live life without telling yourself that you can’t do any better.