Sometimes we go through life like reading a book and seeing a word which we don’t understand. We are given an ultimatium: try to deliberate over what it means, or carry on regardless without a dictionary and hope for the best, praying that you will understand the passage anyway. All too often we take the latter option and realise just how important that word was: just how important that word was- it has changed the whole passage and potentially the rest of the story.
We as people are not dictionaries. We can’t and don’t understand every little detail of our lives at every moment, and sometimes we just skim along and hope for the best. We continue, and continue and then realise one day… I wish that I took the time to think that one through. I wish I just gave it that bit of time. I wish I didn’t just skim over it.
We regret for being careless; for being negligent and being too lazy to understand what was right there in front of us. We finally understand what could have been, yet understand we will never get it back.
All we know is that we must try to not let it again: not let ourselves feel the same anguish all over again.