I regret not taking things in life seriously. I keep remembering the previous times when I was able to ace any quiz and tests. I never studied seriously thinking I could do it all easily. All that lead to me failing my studies a second time. Reminding me that I never mature and take things seriously.
Regret implies I could have known or done something about it, but didn't.
So biggest regret? Getting a college computer science degree instead of University one, and joining the game industry as a designer instead of engineer/programmer.
But if that offer for time machine still stands? I'd love to go back and tell my 6 year old self about who she really is. She kept wishing something like that would happen to her, and I'd love to see her happy. Shame it took me until 40 before I opened my own eyes.
i was on my senior year, during the times of covid and i went back home , a very small village far away like 12 hours distance wise , when we finished the semester we had to find ( un stage) idk i think you call it internship in english. and i couldn't find anything as well as a couple of other students in my class , we contacted them and they gave us a project instead, they divided us 3 per groupe , and guess what? we were 13, and they decide oh yes let's have 4 groupes of 3 and one guy on his own and you know why? because i was on my goddamn village ,they told me to talk to this professor , etc , so i called him , numerous times but he wasn't answering at all , what's funny the same professor was in charge of another groupe, and he was always there for them.
I had some arguments with some teachers on my first year in which i complained about how shit the schedule was,we studied every morning until 12:30, went to our rented apartments (there was no campus), had to cook something for ourselves, and had to be back by 1:30. It was really not good, especially with the fact that we studied every day of the week except Sunday. We were exhausted and unproductive blah, blah, blah. There you go, that was my complaint. and the situation got worse as they got defensive and were like how dare you talk to us ....... ,anyway so probably that was their revenge or karma or whatever, i can't really continue it pisses me off talking about it , my classmates all passed that year and are working now as engineers, while my dumbass is here telling you my story to feel better
in short my regret is i went back home and i complained about my rights.
Developing the algorithm that allowed the creation of the NINJA loan which in turn caused the world wide collapse of the real estate market in 2008, which in turn caused the banking system to seize up to the point the US government had to bail everyone out, which in turn shifted public opinion against the republican party, which resulted in Obama getting elected and thus starting the age of woke that we continue to suffer through to this day.
While I don't really regret it, I'd say the worst "oops" was taking Applied Communication Arts fresh out of High School. I don't regret it as not only was it a learning experience but it also changed the trajectory of my family's life (it actually prompted my parents to move out of the tiny town we lived in and join civilization). I just wish I would have chosen some other course. Like the Electronic Engineering or Business Administration courses I took later in life.
I should have taken illegal actions precisely one year earlier; but I harkened to saner minds, and so waited.
Oh to be beautiful again!
Naturally: some things were worth all the hardships and the ugliness resulting … but of course, the ideal is that you maintain all of who you are today within your former body from the time you regret
It’s ideal, because it extends your life in greater comfort — inside or out.
But it can only be ideal: it can never be real.
As such, I am not giving up who I am, regardless of the flesh suit I am to wear, and despair in its disrepair, knowing that I shall endlessly change within and without until my body changes absent my self.
On that day, most likely tomorrow, I shall arise anew, with a vow I cannot know now; and change tomorrow what cannot be changed today.
On that day so many seconds from now, I might pursue beauty, or poetry, or leisure — I might regret today the same way yesterday yet clings to me, or fear the next day as much as that moment so long ago it might have come from another life two nights ago.
Regret is so damnable a thing; that we should give to yesterday what we should give to today, that we should squander bright tomorrow full of opportunity for naught but the distant fading memory of unchangeable long ago.
I am guilty of much, but I am not regretful in the least. I am apologetic to my former self — she who I once was, but to my current self I carry esteem and appreciation.
To that wild woman in the future who may yet be dead or alive and whose face shifts with every thought: I celebrate you, and though I know not who you are — I fear you not.