In my mind, for many years, I have tried to live without regretting things. Big or small. I’m not suggesting that when I was younger I regretted everything I did, or didn’t do, but there have been one too many moments where I made a small decision that I later regretted. Regretting small things was normal for me. Regretting running to the train, missing a concert, spending time with someone I didn’t really like. Really minor things that you could get over in a matter of minutes, and just look ahead.
I have never labelled myself an optimist or a pessimist. I just know that I had dark days filled with depression and days I simply didn’t want to exist, but I also had days that were ecstatic and filled with happiness and fond memories. But I found that regret was linked to being pessimistic, and it was stopping me from being happy, from staying positive, from being a potential optimist.
Regret is horrible. The word itself sounds horrible. After regretting even the smallest things, […]