Bad decisions make good stories (meh...)

Say you're on a climbing route (refer to rock climbing if you wanna know what it is like). Fail to clip a quick draw on a bolt. When suddenly everything goes to hell. So, you fell to the next bolt, far away from the one you missed, the fall was not the 'right' one, and soon that crappy situation is a thing of the past. Too bad you can't meet all of climbing's challenges with a rope and quick draw. I mean, you could try. But I'm pretty sure that would be considered assault.

In other unrelated events, it then lead to these things that we beg for. A root canal, an I.R.S. audit, coffee spilled on our clothes. When the really terrible things happen, we start begging the god we don't believe in to bring back the little horrors, and take away this. It seems quaint now, doesn't it? The flood in the kitchen, the poison oak, the fight that leaves you shaking with rage. Would it've helped if we could see what else was coming? Would we have known that those were the best moments of our lives?

I have come to a few points in my life that I 'kinda' have regrets on a few decisions I have made in my life. Yea...you can't go back and fix it, just keep the head held up high, life offers better future, you won't go anywhere if you keep on thinking about it, bla, bla, bla.. But, seriously, it keeps on hitting you right in the face! (This is where I need Quantum Theory together with Source Code (a movie - and yes, I just did a parenthesis in one) exist in my life).

However, the best part of these regrets are actually the story of your life you have just written, putting everything into the picture - plots, actors, settings, and even costumes (enjoying wearing skinny jeans to the office!). As the great Chaplin would say that life is a tragedy when seen in close-up, but a comedy in long-shot.