The Diving Bell & The Butterfly.

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.