Happy is better than right

I was a boy who was too young to choose. Soon I will be too old, with more regrets than choices. Where am I today?

Mistakes made today are painful reminders. Regret realised tomorrow is emptiness, worse than painful memories. The mind is left to wander, the psychology of greener grasses visualising a variety of unfulfilled destinies which tortures the mind with lost potential.

My failings are part of my life. Funny, sad, or educational, depending on my perspective and wisdom. Regret mixed with wonder is a special kind of suffering.

Please, let me be happy rather than right.