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Regret

As someone who has no habit of looking back, no regrets at all.

If anyone got an opportunity to go back to the exact points where the regrets were about to brew, without the memory of "future", the same choices would be made to ensure the regrets fall in place. Can you say resolutely that you had no idea what would happen at those pivotal moments, when the decisions were made? We all knew, more or less, yet we chose like gamblers. Besides, time always washed away everything like the waves do to the name written on the beach. Yeah, their incorruptible corpses, their unrecognisable art in caverns, the marvels underground, on the ground are all testament to the existence of something. Something that we can reaonate to after thousands of years. We may even feel regretful for them. But they are all gone, with their possible regrets. You may propose that we can learn from them to leave no regrets in future. Well, from a macro perspective, we may learn the wisdom to make some regret-free decisions. From the personal point of views, the situations each individual is in, the cards in each one's hands are different. In the end, we generate the original solutions to the situations on our own. Regrets haunt us all the way. Nobody can feel the way regrets biting us the way we feel. 

However, why do I have no regrets?

I'm breathing, call them regrets after the termination of my breathe.

Why are people fascinated by the topic of regrets? To evoke emotion. To find solace in the shares of similar experience. To know that they are not alone in the regret-stirred disaster. 

Will they do anything posterior to the deep discussion? Like, trying to chop the incessant dynamic regret or just take it to the tumulus/urn? Partially(audacity is culled) depends on what they want and how desperately they want it.

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