I was listening to the This American Life podcast, episode, “Regrets, I’ve Had a Few.” Got me to thinking about people that say they don’t have any regrets. That seems silly and it seems based upon the idea that having regrets is bad.
I don’t think so. I think regrets are just representative of our fallibility. We fuck up sometimes. And that’s okay.
Forward-thinking and momentum is good of course, you don’t want your regrets to become regression. But I see nothing wrong in examining the past and saying, I wish I could’ve done that differently or this differently. Because if you can’t do that, then it would seem you think you don’t make mistakes, which is impossible, or that you don’t think there’s anything worth gleaning from your past actions.
I definitely live with some regrets already, but they’re not so much chains from the past, as they are potential blueprints for the future. As in, the adage of not fucking up the same way twice.
Which I’ve done that as well. Blueprints can be hard to read…
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