There is no worse feeling than knowing you could have done something better, something different. You could have avoided the situation you so desperately hate. A similar feeling to disappointment but a conundrum since the displeasure is towards yourself. Not a misdirected sentiment, simply one that is hard to forget. It sits there in the pit of your stomach, constantly nagging. It creeps out of your subconscious and manifests until it actually hurts. It hurts to know you messed up. And while it is easy to understand that you will learn from that mistake, that doesn’t mean you stop paying for that mistake. I continue to pay the most burdening of taxes everyday when my regrets creep into my thoughts. And as easy as it is to say “No Ragrets”, I fear I will never have to ability to take my finger off the trigger that is my past.