I don't generally do regrets. I have had some massive fuck ups in my life and made some awful choices but there has always been a silver lining, a purpose that came out of them that couldn't have happened without these terrible choices so I don't really hold onto it and plague myself with a wish to have done things differently.
This is until recently. As I grew up I kept a shoebox of things that mattered to me or were a good point in my life. This consisted of my 10m swimming badge, letters from friends I made on my first ever trip abroad and so on. I reached a stage a few years ago where i thought it would be a good idea to start over with my life completely, I for some reason felt the need to signify this by throwing that box out due to the impulsive person that I am.
There have been a couple of points over the years where I have thought I shouldn't have done it. However the last week or two I have actually really come to regret discarding it. Firstly when I remembered that the photos of my greek holiday and the fit bar tender there were in that box.
Then today, when I really wanted to see the portrait sketch someone had done for me for £1 in a youth club I went to. I thought it was amazing because I actually looked pretty in it, he had somehow taken my best features and avoided my worst to make me pretty. Today I miss that and I want to look at it and am filled with regret over my stupid impluse that made me get rid of it.
This is until recently. As I grew up I kept a shoebox of things that mattered to me or were a good point in my life. This consisted of my 10m swimming badge, letters from friends I made on my first ever trip abroad and so on. I reached a stage a few years ago where i thought it would be a good idea to start over with my life completely, I for some reason felt the need to signify this by throwing that box out due to the impulsive person that I am.
There have been a couple of points over the years where I have thought I shouldn't have done it. However the last week or two I have actually really come to regret discarding it. Firstly when I remembered that the photos of my greek holiday and the fit bar tender there were in that box.
Then today, when I really wanted to see the portrait sketch someone had done for me for £1 in a youth club I went to. I thought it was amazing because I actually looked pretty in it, he had somehow taken my best features and avoided my worst to make me pretty. Today I miss that and I want to look at it and am filled with regret over my stupid impluse that made me get rid of it.
