The women we were unable to love, the chances we failed to seize, the moments of happiness we allowed to drift away.
The
keenest regret we feel comes about from the smallest things. The
smallest of near-misses. That your life could have been so different
(better? perhaps not) if you had done, or not done, something. And your
destiny seems to hinge on the smallest of decisions, does it not?
And
so the onus is on us to do right by ourselves. To explore every
possible avenue of happiness that life avails us. To catch, like
butterflies, every fleeting passing moment of happiness and hold on to
it (and keep them alive, unlike those poor exquisite pressed
butterflies.) To leave no stone unturned in our grand quest for that
quasi-mythical thing they call happiness.
But yeah, I wouldn't
want a life of regrets. So maybe every time I'm in a conundrum I should
go, Why not? and just go for it, the better choice rather than the safer
one. I wouldn't want to be the kind of person who looks back at his/her
life and go, sigh, what if.
Since we're somewhere on the
subject. I think it's time to start living life to the fullest. A life
like that though, I have decided, does not promise happiness. It is
perfectly possible that someone who lives his life fully is not has
happy as someone who doesn't, as it is vice versa. Nonetheless. When
given a choice, I'll take the scenic route. Eat the foods I've never eaten before. Choose the unfamiliar.
