I recently read a book by a very famous man. Thousands of people admire and respect him. At the end of the book, he said he had no regrets about how he lived his life. That kind of made me sad.
I want to look back at my past and have regrets. Yes, I want regrets.
Regret means I no longer believe or behave as I did. It means I’ve grown. It means that I have matured. It means I’m getting better.