There is something to be said for regret.
Lonely is one who bears these scars.
The wounds of “what ifs”, marks left behind of what “could have been”
and all the “laters” said would have been sooner.
You choose your road. Pick the side streets and alleys to walk on.
Are the off beat paths ever considered?
What about the bushy grassy ways waiting to be paved by boldly living?
Consider if only for a moment no “one way” or “dead end” streets of life existed.
Every choice made had twists, turns and U turns.
Any far fetched option fully pursued with no limits.
Consider where we would end up. Consider no ends, just further options.
That is where regrets ceases to exist.