Regret

I know a lot about what mistakes are, goodness knows I've made plenty.  But one thing I never came to understand was regret.  No, let me rephrase that.  I understood regret pretty well.  I did regret once.  Or perhaps it is more proper to say I thought I did.  I can't judge any longer whether I did or did not once understand that concept.

And yet, at this point, it is foreign to me.  I do not know how to regret anymore.  The way I see it, there is really nothing worth regretting.  No mistake, no consequence, no miserable outcome of a poor decision, could any longer bring me regret.  Regret is bitterness, it is living in the past, it is a mistake that I have made before.  I have lived that way before and I have lost years of my life to that foolishness.

I don't regret it, though.  I learned something from that.  I learned not to regret.  Every mistake I make, where perhaps most others would choose to regret, I don't.  I learn something from it.  Yes, it hurts.  Yes, I get depressed, miserable, upset, anything and everything.  But I don't regret it.  For some time, I kept that as a personal policy--to not regret.  But by now that has faded and I have adapted a more passive approach.

It is easier for me to not regret.  To actually regret something would take significant effort on my part, and for the sake of feeling worse, I am not willing to put forth that effort.  It's as simple as that, really.  That's just how I live my life at this point.