What’s so bad about a regret? Why has, “I have no regrets,” become an anthem of sorts?
I have no idea. Perhaps it’s a power statement. The demonstration of how we move forward. Or, a show of strength. If we do regret things, we don’t have to find the tallest building and announce it with a megaphone. But we don’t have to be squeamish about it, either.
After a life, a bit over four decades, I have no qualms to say that I have regrets. When you have lived a life this long, without exception, you have done at least one thing that you wish you hadn’t; or, you had. I’ve done many of those kinds.
It does not change who I am, unless of course, who I am is a factor of what you think of me. See, that, I cannot control or manage. Regrets are good. In the least, they inform us of what could have been, Sometimes, we don’t get a second chance. But, if we do, regrets are a practical guidance device. If we want them to be.
This is a directed post. But most of those, who are the intended recipients, will not get it. Mostly, because this blog is under-read.
I have regrets.
I am not ashamed of them.
I will announce them, when the situation presents.
Regret is therapy. How? That you have to discover for yourself.