I don’t have a lot of regrets in my life. If forced to name them, I have a list of three to choose from, but people laughed at me the one time I talked about how I forever regret choosing to study for my constitutional law exam instead of attending my very first Brad Paisley concert, so I have become less open about sharing my life regrets, as shallow as they may be.
In having so little regrets, it helps that I’m generally content with where I am in my life. But I also take to heart the saying that there’s very little point in dwelling on the past because what’s done is done and time and energy are far better spent thinking about what do in the present for the future. If I were to add a corollary to this cliché, it would be that even if one can take back a moment from the past, the alternative path that would be chosen may very well lead to another regret.
Carpe diem, as the old Latin phrase goes, and I suppose there is some truth in the belief that in order to avoid having regrets in the future, I have to make the most out of the present. Whatever may become my regrets as I continue to live my life, I’m fairly certain that the regret of having wasted time away would feel the most empty of all the regrets.