I am ALL for indulgence; but find the following proclamation so frustrating:
“I live my life with no regrets.”
Translated, that really means:
“I refuse to imagine that anything I have ever done could have been done better. I don’t give a shit if I’ve hurt other people, broken hearts, crushed your dreams or failed you miserably… because what matters most is that I live a life that precludes self-reflection.”
If you have no regrets, you have no catalyst for change.
Every day, we fuck up. And even though I run far far away in my attempt to evade responsibility (and frequently take an unseemly amount of time to admit my fuckups);
Only with regret can you ever actuate self-improvement.
