I almost regret not meeting Andrea until late in life. But then I consider that we both learned much in the years when we did not know each other, and we were different people in our youth. So I am consoled with the thought that somehow it was right for us. Anything else might well have been disaster.
That's the problem with regret. It assumes that different choices would have led to a better life. But they could as easily have resulted in something much worse. Which is why I don't regret anything, of course. On occasion I toy with the idea of doing so but it's a fleeting thing. So much depends on the decisions we make and to change anything would inevitably change who we are. And I'm content with myself, at least. For one thing, I'm still alive so it looks as though my choices have avoided my premature death. I didn't expect that but I'll take it.
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