regret.

I have very few regrets in life. None of them are sins of commission. Rather, they are experiences and chances I avoided.

One of them in particular is hanging over my head like a movie reel, flashing to scenes of what "could have been" had I waited it out... Visions of a more perfect life flash before my eyes, teasing me in the idealistic way all daydreams do. And now, with deep sorrow, I feel like it's too late.

But then, I suppose that in that very moment when I resigned myself to inaction, I chose the other path.