I recently visited a place that once held a lot of memories and meaning for me. I think I’ve properly filed away the memories and meaning into a meaningful place, so that they no longer haunt me. This is the “time heals all wounds” feature of our busy existence.
It seems like everything I do, see, experience and think about leads me to a place of revisiting past decisions. Is this how it will be for the rest of my life? Will I always be looking over my shoulder at my past and wondering if different choices would have led to different outcomes or to essentially the same outcome with different variables.
Another way of looking at it might be that life throws a lot of situations and opportunities at you, and you’re not going to learn anything by turning all of them down. In other words, it’s better to regret something you have done than to regret something you haven’t done.
Currently binging Fleabag and thinking about some of my past relationships, encounters, and fumbled attempts.