Regrets...? What Regrets?

You know what? I…

Shouldn’t have driven the car with such recklessness—if I had known that the impact would cost me a piece of newly-installed tyre, no thanks to that potholes-dotted road.

Shouldn’t have had so much confidence in general behavior and moral values of my fellow countryman and left my backpack unattended on the car front seat—if I had known I’d end up being a victim of carjacking that costs me a side mirror plus a bag overstuffed with gadgets, along with rolls of photography films that contains memories that can never be re-captured again.

Shouldn’t have been so thrifty and spent all the money I had with me—If I had known the wallet that the cash resides in would be gone and never to be found again on that less-than-fortunate night.

Should have called and told her how I really felt about her upon sensing her sudden indifference towards me—If I had known that she would eventually be jetting-off to the opposite end of the world and might probably being in someone else's arms now.

However…

I’ve since had the wheel replaced and became a (relatively) safe driver now.

I’ve since replenished and upgraded some of my gadget inventory, albeit a few camera lesser than before, which shall deemed necessary for me to update to the latest model on the market whenever chances arise.

I’d eventually earn back the money that I lost from that misfortune and have learned my lesson now to be even more cautious about my valuable belongings.

I still have no one in my embrace now, but here’s wishing her all the best and it’s time now to be completely rid of her existence from both my mind and my life, and thanks for making me realize what type of people not to get involved with in future.

All in all, having minor yet fixable regrets makes us taking nothing for granted, perhaps even making one complain a little less and appreciate life a little more, in hindsight.