Those two little words have long been a mantra of defiance. In some cases, an excuse to forgive acts of stupidity.
I do not subscribe to the no regrets mantra. I have regrets in my life and they pop into my mind from time to time.
I use my regrets as a warning, a reminder of the things that I have done and the paths that I have taken that have ended badly.
Regrets are not to be dwelled upon daily to the point that it affects our ability to function. That is a good way to become crippled with doubt and fear and to not do anything.
Instead, we should use our regrets as motivation and wisdom. The way that I have lived up until now has not served me well, so the regrets that I have are a reminder of where I have to do better.
Regrets won’t kill us. They aren’t even bad for us. Like any other hard lesson that we learn in life, they can be beneficial.
When we exercise, the stress that we put on our muscles causes small tears in the muscle fibres. Our body, being the amazing machine that it is, repairs those tears during our rest and recovery periods. After recovery, the muscles become slightly bigger and stronger. This is how regret works for me.
The stress that I have put myself under from the things in my life that caused the regrets have caused tiny tears inside of me. As time goes by, the mental recovery period that I have used to improve myself has caused those tears to heal. As a result I have become slightly bigger and stronger mentally and emotionally.
With enough exercise, recovery, and growing, we can become a bigger and stronger person each and every day.
No regrets? Fuck that.
Regrets are my fuel.