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I've always wanted to write about decisions. It is a topic I've always found funny yet something I have never really understood. To set things straight, I am of the opinion that decisions is what makes us "us" and not anybody else. The immediate consequence is almost always regret. What intrigues me is, is regret a simple hatred of our past, or is it simply a disregard? Understanding that the decision maker was us, I don't get how regret has a role to play in defining who we are. The straight forward path always seems to be the one where we make our decisions and live by them. 

This is what most self-help books or any inspiring talk would talk about. I disagree. Though I don't really understand regret, I believe it is a necessary evil. It is simply us acknowledging the mistake we've made. This is truly the first step to growth. We're often given choices to make, from whether to snooze or wake up to whether we should save or spend. Like in video games, the progression of the story changes, almost entirely by the choices we make. Life works in similar fashion. Maybe we'd all be a little better if we spent our times in the now instead of worrying about the decisions that lay ahead. Isn't that what drives us insane and into depression? I'd like to think so.

Nevertheless, I think it would be unfair to end this without quoting Robert Frost, so here goes :
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  1. Unknown1 December 2017 at 17:32

    Great read.
    I love the set up of your blog as well. Take a look at mine if you have the time and let me know if you have any pointers.

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