Feb 26, 2005 17:32
Ever look back on a decision you mae and you can't figure out why you made it? No possible reason can come to your mind. No matter what, you figure that you really made a mistake. And on top of that, the decision was made so long ago that you can't do anything to change it. It's beyond the realm of what you can still fix; what you can still make right.
So I'm stuck here trying to decide if it was better to take the risk or not take it. It would seem that the old cliches are right: we regret the things we don't do more than the things we do. The problem is that it almost seems worse to take a risk knowing that the odds are impossibly stacked against you.
Looking back, I'm realizing that I do have one regret from my past. And it is not taking a risk. I don't regret any of the things I did that brought about painful consequences. It's the thing that I don't understand, I can't understand, that I wish I'd done. So why did I make that decision? There is no explaination. Maybe Dave remembers why I did it. But that doesn't help me come any closer to understanding it. I may have been using the worst logic possible.
So damn. That's it. I don't regret what happened recently. It was where we were at the time. I'm glad things turned out the way they did: everyone came out better than before.