I thought about the instance when I got rammed by the bull during the bullrun event in Spain. I had a close call of ruining my family jewel due to stupidity. Even then I can’t say I regretted it. I had fun, and the was worth the experience.
I should’ve saved money when I was in Italy. But how can I regret when a lot of it went to hugging Italian culture. That would only be shame if I stayed indoors or boozing around.
I wish I could’ve explore more of Italy. Then I thought of the ample amount of places I’ve been to, including the rest of Europe. Compared to others, it a selfish thought to regret I have not traveled as much.
I really should be allocating more time communicating to my love ones more than what I’m doing now. That’s not regret though. And I don’t what is the balance to that anyway?
I felt bad disappointing the people who waited for me when I got lost in Paris. Who’s a fool to say they regretted exploring Paris farther than they should?
I have my fair share of should’v, could’ve, would’ve moments. I may ponder to my many and horrible mistakes. But, I don’t consider them as “regrets”. It’s just that none in my past fits the description. The word “Regret” is such a strong word. It’s such a horrendous thing to fill your mind and heart with regret.
I should be more serious to work, future and life. That’s bogus. That’s just isn’t me.
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