Whenever I look back on my life and think about my regrets, I recognize a pattern. My regrets are never things that I tried and failed to complete, or times when I made a fool of myself, or even times when I was bitterly—bitterly—rejected. Instead, my biggest regrets are always occasions of wanting to do something, but being too afraid of the if’s, and’s or but’s to even try.
I’m sure that everyone can commiserate on this sad tale—most people regrets don’t stem from failures, but rather the insecurity to even get that potential failure off the ground. Here are a few of my biggest regrets that stemmed from my own inactivity: