Sadly, I've built up a life of many, many regrets.
For me, it has always been down to the final choice. Each wrong move I make, out of laziness or shyness, seems to form an unending chain of regret. I don't know what consequences await me behind my choices, but at each moment I would feel a justifyable urge to choose the WORST possible decision. Maybe it's just me. Or maybe it's the same for everyone.
Either way, I'd wish there was a helping hand, one that would tell me which decision would, in the long run, turn out to have positive consequences. But even if there would be, I wonder if I would listen.
There are two conflicting voices in my head, arguing over which choice is best. Each has a valid argument, but neither has the foresight of the future.
Yesterday, I realised that my decisions last year have denied me of a significant milestone. I cringed at the sight of others who, at that moment, i felt, were walking over me, as they always do. But this time, more condescendingly, mocking me.
Today I stare at my endless mess of homework, wondering if I made the right choice.