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The Regrets of Growing Older and Looking Back on Life
We all have regrets. If you say you don’t, you’re not being honest.
I’m soon to be 48. I wouldn’t call it old, but my life is more than half over. I’ve lived a fast, somewhat toxic life. There is no “somewhat” about it. But who am I fooling? It’s been a helluva toxic journey.
Knowing my life is half over is kinda depressing at times. I wish I had a better upbringing to teach me better ways to handle life’s curveballs and just the usual shit in life. My life is always going 100 MPH with little to no breaks from distractions and a desperate craving to escape my own existence.
Life experiences
I keep reminding myself, this is life, you moron! That’s what life is about. Learning, growing, fucking up, and trying to learn best from the mistakes you will inevitably make. It’s one big bundle of experiences, is all it is. Your existence will mean very little 100 years from now.
People that say they don’t have regrets are bullshit. We all have them. But the problem arises when we start living in regrets, and it fucks your life up more than it needs to. There are so many things I wish I could go back and change. If I could just go back to 26 years old when I had the world by the balls making $300k a year and…
