Shake It Out

I've always said I never regret the mistakes I've made in my life. That I've learned to be better man because of them. That I have this wisdom to distinguish between right and wrong now because I didn't know how to before and made stupid mistakes to help me realize what an idiot I've been.

And that's how it is, right? You can't be sure of which side the grass is greener unless you've gone up close and examined a blade of grass from each side under an electron microscope?

No.

I would literally give anything I could to go back to certain points of time in my life, shake past-Chris, punch him in the face and say, "What the FUCK do you think you're doing, dumb shit? You let the perfect job, the perfect life and the perfect girl get away from you and now you're doing THIS?", and then spit dramatically on the ground. Okay, maybe I wouldn't do the spitting bit, I hate that shit. That would be something else I'd regret.

Truth is, I live a life that's filled with regret. I'm sure I'm not the only one too. Everyone regrets things they've done in the past. That's the annoying thing with life. It's only AFTER you've done stupid shit you realize how much better you could've done.

Then again, I'm not living in the past. I've learned to let all of that go and focus on the here and now. But every now and then, you really can't help it when the consequences of all those stupid decisions keep coming back to bite you in the ass. And boy, that is one painful bite that bastard's got.

So what do I do in times like these?

Open a new document on my computer or memo on my phone and start typing.