While I still logically believe in this, I have grown and the choices I have made have had far more greater consequences than those of my youth.
Ironically, however, the choices of my youth (and experiences) weren't anything easy... so the choices of my adult years sometimes seem fairly overwhelming.
So what, as a 31 year old, is my greatest regret? Well, I have two great regrets really. One is so personal that I'm not sure I've ever shared it with anyone... so obviously, I won't be sharing it with you either--not today at least.
My other one, however, is a little easier to talk about.
I regret not taking joy in every moment. In my life I have learned, very thoroughly, how to live in constant preparation for the worst. I was taught at a young age how to do this by my mother and my father, but on my own I have learned the great and destructive art of wall building.
If I see something as a potential threat to my perceived (yet absent) happiness I will instinctively wall myself off from it. Protect my heart, if you will, by tossing up emotional blocks.
I used to pride myself on this, as a child, but have since discovered exactly how destructive that is to who I am.
This habit is how people become old, angry, broken people and I have spent the better part of 3 decades perfecting it.
I regret this immensely and wish dearly that the cost of tearing down those walls wasn't so high--and in the same instant, realize how imperative it is that I do so.
What is yours?