The term regret always makes me think about my mother. She insisted that the only song that she had to have at her funeral was My Way. There were wrong choices and problems in her life but she always kept moving forward.
Regrets, I’ve had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way
I do try to not have regrets. Sure, I’ve made some mistakes. In fact, some huge ones that Snake and I have made changed the direction of our lives several times.
The thing is? They were the wrong choices but we had no idea about that at the time. We didn’t throw caution to the wind and go off on a crazy tangent with no thought to the consequences.
Those mistakes would probably be made again with the same knowledge and experience that we had at the time. So maybe the truth is that I don’t necessarily regret the choice but the outcome.
“There are a few things that make me angry. Mostly things not going my way.”Sebastian Vettel
And isn’t that the worst part? I love making the choices but damn, there are times when I don’t want to have the fallout that comes with those choices. Back up, take the right fork instead of the left and just keep on going.
Playing the what if game is a constant in my head. Maybe things would be different in a better way if I had done this or not done that. But really, in the end, the regret is meaningless because none of it was done with malice or neglect, but sometimes shit happens.
And all of those pieces make us who we are and we pick up the pieces and put them together in the new way and try again. And hope that next time we won’t have the same regrets.