There are of course the obvious ones – I regret ever starting smoking, I regret eating so much and exercising so little and I regret not being better with money.
I regret being an indifferent husband, a bad father and an ungrateful child.
Most of all, in this miserable, whining list, I regret not being able to make Julia see my marriage potential when we first met. It took me nine years to persuade her, though as she points out, it might have been easier to persuade her if I’d adopted a life of seclusion, sobriety and celibacy. I, in turn, point out that if she’d married me I wouldn’t have needed the wine, women and song to dull the pain of rejection. I am not by nature, introspective or pale and interesting.
To this day, after 30 years of marriage, she remains unimpressed by my explanation.
Two of my favourite things…
I was born too late to drive a Bentley Speed Six or fly a Sopwith Camel and I didn’t realise you could use a metal detector to find gold in Australia until it was too late. On the other hand, in the absence of parachutes and decent brakes, my regrets are tinged with a feeling of relief.
As for Australia, my suspicions about snakes and spiders mean I am not fully committed to the idea of wandering round with a metal detector, regardless of the possibilities.
You can, after all, find gold in Scotland if you are prepared to brave a cold river.
Finally, I confess that although I did many things I would come to regret, my main regrets are about chances I didn’t take, challenges I ducked and opportunities I missed. There is probably a good quote about this somewhere on the net, but at the moment all I can think of is “A man who never made a mistake never made anything.”
It doesn’t quite fit the subject, but it does provide a good place to break off. And it’s probably a good place to put regrets into perspective. It’s all very well looking back, wondering about “what ifs” and plotting different courses for my life, but it all points to one thing. Destiny needed me to be in Preston on a particular day in 1980. I was there. And I’ve never regretted it.
A pattern develops…
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To be able to say that about the day in Preston is the greatest achievement a man could wish for. And it seems to me that until you were stitched up the Quercus Community wasn’t too bad either.
True. We had a good time on the farm.
I think there is a famous quote about coming across a fork in the road. When one comes upon one, take it. Of course, they don’t say which one. 🙂
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
Is that the one? I often think of it. 🙂 Now I will always think – “What would Lavinia do?”
Now you’ve got that tune buzzing about in my head just when I’m trying to go to sleep. I hope that you regret that!
It’s going round in my head too, so yes, I am regretting it. I will blog more responsibly in future.
It’s a good thing I didn’t mention the famous song – “I know a song that will get on your nerves, get on your nerves…” etc
When anyone says they don’t have regrets, I am immediately suspicious. A saint? A fool? A liar? To live is to make mistakes, and therefore we have regrets. But love reading about what you don’t regret.
If you make enough mistakes you’re bound to get something right. 🙂
There’s that, too.
🙂