Which is worse : Rejection or Regret ?

Regret.

I was in a long distance relationship with a girl and she used to occupy most of my everyday thoughts. I used to link everything to anything that remotely connected to what she had shared with me via whatsapp.

I failed!

I cried and went into depression for a while. It was awful to lose her. Crushed like a sugarcane, out of any juice and chewed and spit out on the streets. It felt worse. I tried a lot to patch up things, she just did not appreciate all I did for her. But, I take pride and happiness in the things I tried doing for her. I do not see it as a pain.

But one thing I didn’t feel was regret. With time, my happiness returned and normalcy took control again. Today I remember those times when I had become weak and desperate. But I don’t regret trying so much. She embodied the great perhaps. And I only had myself to hate for not being worthy of her attention. After falling for her, I started appreciating the goodness inside me. Started looking at emotions in a whole new light. Started appreciating emotional movies, novels.

Whenever someone asks me “Were all those efforts worth it?”. I just nod and say “Yes!” If I had to go back in time and take a decision, I would do the same thing again.

It’s always better to have tried and failed than to have never tried at all.You come out with a jar of experiences and what is life after all but collection of memories. The burden of regret far exceeds that of a failure. A person can try again after a failure but doesn’t always get the opportunity they once missed.

Right, now I have began writing to hold the shattering pieces of my life. It does not make sense for me to not do something for the fear of a failure or getting hurt in the process. For instance, I play football if I love it. Whether I succeed as a football player or that I shall end up hurting myself sometimes in the process should not deter me from not playing. The same logic goes with love. Funny, I am using ‘logic’ and ‘love’ in the same sentence.

Its not about skipping to the end of the story, it is about revelation. To know what we do not know. Journey matters more than the destination. Sadness helps you grow strong and introspect.

I only wish her goodness in her life.