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“Both she and I have grief enough and trouble enough, but as for regrets – neither of us have any.”
Vincent van Gogh said that. What a lying asshat.
But you hear it all the time. “Live without regrets.” “Never regret what once made you smile.” “There are no regrets, only memories.”
Honestly, what a load of absolute shit.
If people were sincere with themselves they would admit that, of course, life is lived with regrets. From the monumental to the mundane, every individual has at least one instance that evokes pure unequivocal longing for that unknown path or that second door or that road less traveled.
The notion that life should be lived without regret is nothing more than a carefully constructed web of half-truths, meant to soften the corners of a painfully-pointed recognition every individual faces when they realize they’ve fucked…
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