It was always my dream to live a life with no regrets. Not in the #YOLO sense, but, well, I do believe we only live once. I think the best way to honor that is to always do what I believe is right. This way, no matter how it turns out, there’s no regrets.
That’s the theory anyway.
It’s a good theory, as far as it goes. There’s two problems with it that I’ve found: (1) sometimes it’s damn hard understanding what “right is and (2) having the will to do it.
This video is a nice reminder, as we face choices day in and day out about how we want to live our lives that, generally, regret is the feeling we get when we make the “safe” choice. The image above, “Apathetic Disillusionment”, is about the feeling of making the safe choice – the mire that comes with it.
If the video isn’t enough, let me also add the words of American poet Ogden Nash with “Portrait of the Artist as a Prematurely Old Man”
It is common knowledge to every schoolboy and even every Bachelor of Arts, That all sin is divided into two parts. One kind of sin is called a sin of commission, and that is very important, And it is what you are doing when you are doing something you ortant, And the other kind of sin is just the opposite and is called a sin of omission and is equally bad in the eyes of all right-thinking people, from Billy Sunday to Buddha, And it consists of not having done something you shuddha. I might as well give you my opinion of these two kinds of sin as long as, in a way, against each other we are pitting them, And that is, don't bother your head about the sins of commission because however sinful, they must at least be fun or else you wouldn't be committing them. It is the sin of omission, the second kind of sin, That lays eggs under your skin. The way you really get painfully bitten Is by the insurance you haven't taken out and the checks you haven't added up the stubs of and the appointments you haven't kept and the bills you haven't paid and the letters you haven't written. Also, about sins of omission there is one particularly painful lack of beauty, Namely, it isn't as though it had been a riotous red-letter day or night every time you neglected to do your duty; You didn't get a wicked forbidden thrill Every time you let a policy lapse or forget to pay a bill; You didn't slap the lads in the tavern on the back and loudly cry Whee, Let's all fail to write just one more letter before we go home, and this round of unwritten letters is on me. No, you never get any fun Out of things you haven't done, But they are the things that I do not like to be amid, Because the suitable things you didn't do give you a lot more trouble than the unsuitable things you did. The moral is that it is probably better not to sin at all, but if some kind of sin you must be pursuing, Well, remember to do it by doing rather than by not doing.