I believe that regret is a total waste of time. If I hadn’t have done the things that I once regretted, I would not be the person I am today. One of my past regrets was the way I ended a relationship. The feeling of regret stuck with me for five years, and only recently have I been able to shake it. I’ve spent countless amounts of time thinking of what could have been if I hadn’t broken up with this girl. The resulting thoughts are all encompassing, leaving me in a state of non-activity.
Recently, I have been in touch with said girl for the first time since our break-up. We’ve become good friends again. I actually opened up for once, and told her all the things I had been thinking about over the years. After we had this talk, I was freed of the regret which I had harbored for nearly half a decade.
I think back on all the time I spent wishing I had never broke up with this girl, and I can’t help but be disappointed in myself. A lot of that time was spent in solitude; a dark room and the glow of my muted television was my best friend for a while. I was unmotivated in nearly all aspects of my life, and my social circle shrank quite a bit during this period of depression. I feel that if I had never held so much regret over that situation, I wouldn’t have spent so many hours wasting away in bed. I got to the point where I didn’t even want to see my own family let alone anyone who claimed to be my friend at the time.
I believe that if I hadn’t gotten so wrapped up regretting breaking this girl’s heart, I could have spent all of that time getting out and meeting new people. At one point this was my only regret. Now my only regret is all the time I spent regretting.