Ask
a person what she or he regrets most and you'll probably learn more
about them than you could from asking any other question. Many of us
are defined, not by what we've done, but what we wish we'd done, or not
done.
If the response to this question is mostly regrets about
things that are outside their control -- like not being born rich or
beautiful or in another century, you're probably talking to someone who
makes excuses. If they're mostly regrets about things not
done, you're probably talking to someone with low self-esteem, someone
who doesn't like themselves very much. If they're mostly regrets about
not working harder, you're probably talking to someone who isn't very
honest with themselves!
Regrets about things not done and about
things done are really two sides of the same coin. You only have so
much time in your life, and so many choices, and to the extent you
choose to do something you also choose not to do something else. My
initial list of 'What I Regret Most' was almost entirely things I
hadn't done, and then I realized I could re-word each of them into a
regret about what I did instead.
The extent to which self-esteem
plays into our regrets is fascinating, but also, as the graphic above
shows, a little paradoxical. It is almost as if nature furnished us
with a self-regulatory ego, to keep us from getting either too full of
ourselves or too down on ourselves.
In listing your regrets, you need to follow one ground-rule. You can only list things you had (or now have) some
control over. You may regret not winning the lottery, or that some
celebrity you never met didn't fall in love with you, or that Bill
Gates or Bill Clinton didn't pick you as his successor (or in my case,
that I am shy, insensitive and a slow learner), but this is the stuff
of daydreams, not regrets. If you confuse the two you will be a very unhappy person. There must be something you can do now that will make up for past wasted time or ignorance or foolishness, and rectify or alleviate or at least mitigate your regret. If it simply might have been, it's not a regret, it's a fiction.
In
the interests of self-disclosure, of helping my readers to know a
little bit more about me, as a self-prompt at this critical juncture in
my life, and as a thought-provoker for updating my About the Author bio
that you'll find in the right sidebar, I thought I'd make a list of the
ten things in my life I regret most. Here, in rough order of how much I
regret these things, is the list:
- Buying Into Wage Slavery Instead of Living Simpler:
I spent over 60% (an average of ten hours a day) of my waking hours for
over 60% (thirty years) of my adult life doing meaningless work, and
tasks (commuting, driving the kids to the baby-sitter etc.) required by
that meaningless work. I had no model of any other way to live, so this
was a failure of imagination. In the 1950s and 1960s where I grew up
everyone was a wage slave. I rebelled, as most of us did in the 1960s,
but when I got hungry and scared it was so easy to fall into the same
pattern. You get wage increases, promotions, get a bigger house with a
bigger mortgage that costs more to look after, and you set yourself up
to have to maintain a certain material standard of living and level of
financial 'security'. That standard is also meaningless, and that
security is illusory, but it is highly addictive and tightly tied up
with how you are perceived by others, and hence with your self-esteem.
Once you've been seduced from the Edge to the Centre of the System, they've gotcha.
- Not Making More Friends and Lovers:
When I was young I was shy and when I got older I became jaded and
picky about the company I chose. There were two brief windows, in the
1960s and later in the 1970s, when I opened up, and those were the
happiest times of my life. They were the times I loved, and ached,
without limit. They were times when I accepted and loved people for
what they were, when my damned judging of people and my damned idealism
didn't get in the way of getting really close to people. I remember
caring about friends so deeply that I rejoiced over their successes and
cried over their misfortunes as profoundly as if they were my own. I
remember a young lady who believed in spending every available minute
of every day making love, and I remember the sheer joy of just spending
time with her, until her intensity and polyamory openness scared me
away.
- Not Loving Myself More and Not Looking After Myself Better:
I've spent much of my life as my own worst critic, beating myself up
for not doing anything about things that were way outside my control,
never giving myself a break. I am in good physical condition now, but
for most of my life I have not been, and as a consequence spent much of
my life unnecessarily exhausted and depressed. I still have not learned
to meditate. I still have not learned yoga, or any other technique to
get in touch with my body. For most of my life I ate badly, and I still
have not learned to cook well for myself. It is as if I have been an
observer of my own life rather than a participant. And a hyper-critical
observer at that. As Joni Mitchell put it, "I've spent my whole life in
clouds at icy altitudes." Fear will do that to you.
- Not Spending More Time in Wilderness, in Nature, with Animals and in Play:
You can't reconnect with Gaia, with the natural world, with your senses
and your instincts, until and unless you're comfortable with that
world, and that takes some experience and practice. I haven't had
nearly enough practice. And animals can show us how to love. And both
animals and children can show us how to really play, where it isn't about winning, it's about imagination and being real, here, now, in the moment.
- Spending Too Much Time on Information and Entertainment Activities that Don't Matter:
Reading, watching and listening to stuff that is not important, not
especially interesting, and not actionable. Why do I do this? Because
it's easy, and comfortable. We do what we must, then we do what's easy, then we do what's fun.
All the time spent in school and university studying things that don't
matter. Almost all the time spent watching TV, and reading newspapers,
and reading stuff online. Wasted, because after doing what had to be
done I rewarded myself by doing what was easy and fun. Instead of
realizing that much of what I thought had to be done didn't really have to be done.
- Getting Angry or Upset With Others, or Over Events Over Which I Had No Control: Not only did this sometimes hurt people I loved, it accomplished nothing except to make me, and others, unhappy.
- Eating Meat: My single greatest, and most easily avoided, contribution to the suffering of, and our society's continued cruelty to, animals.
- Not Creating a Natural Enterprise With Others:
Since I stopped being a wage slave, I have mostly tried to make a
living as a sole proprietor. Understandable, but foolish -- the chances
of success, and the joys of success, are much higher when you create a
more substantial business in partnership with others with complementary
skills.
- Wearing Clothes:
Nudity forces you to do several useful and important things: Not take
yourself (or others) too seriously, be aware of and look after your
body, realize that fashions (of all kinds) are irrelevant, and be more
open, more honest, more sensitive, more human (i.e. more animal), more yourself.
- Not Learning to Be More Self-Sufficient: I
have used my lack of manual dexterity and coordination skills as an
excuse for not learning
a host of critical life skills that would make me more
attentive, more creative and more self-sufficient -- learning to make
and fix things,
to draw, to dance, to live in the woods. If most of the world suffers
from Learned Helplessness, mine is, ironically, self-imposed.
Things
happen the way they do for a reason, and there is a perfectly
reasonable explanation why I did, or failed to do, the things that I
now regret doing or not doing. There is no going back, and grieving
about the past is futile and self-destructive. I became a wage-slave
(regret #1) instead of creating a natural enterprise with others
(regret #8) because, at the time, I didn't know better. As a result of
that I was too tired and disheartened to take good care of myself
(regret #3), or to spend time in nature (regret #4), and therefore got
upset easily (regret #6) and indulged in meaningless escapism (regret
#5). I didn't make more friends and lovers (regret #2) because I was
shy and insensitive, and learned social graces slowly. I ate meat
(regret #7) because I didn't know better, and I wore clothes all the
time (regret #9) because, until recently, I didn't have the privacy to
do anything else. Also until recently, I had failed at everything I
tried to do that involved manual dexterity, so I had given up trying to
learn self-sufficiency skills (regret #10).
What I need to do,
to strike each of these regrets off my list so that, when I die, I can
honestly say I did everything I wanted and hoped to do, and had no
regrets, is pretty self-evident, once you know why I regret them now.
Taking stock of your regrets now, understanding why
you regret them, and then resolving to do the obvious things that can
put them behind you, can be a useful process. In fact, once you're aware of the regrets that were/are in your control, and understand why you regret them, you seem to sub-consciously start to make the changes needed to alleviate them.
Alas,
it takes a great deal of self-knowledge both to take stock of your
regrets and to understand what underlies them. Most of us live such
complicated and busy lives that we have neither the self-awareness nor
the time to do so. We go through life knowing we're not really happy but not really knowing why.
Just to be provocative, I've also put together a list of three things I don't regret not doing, because I'm sure they would appear on many people's Regrets List:
- Not Having (Biological) Children:
Even though my son and daughter are not my biological children, I love
them every bit as much as if they were (at least, I can't imagine
loving them more). Not for one second have I ever regretted not having
children of 'my own'. Don't let anyone tell you your life can't be
'complete' unless you've brought children into the world.
- Not Traveling More:
I've been to more than a dozen countries, but never anyplace that
exotic, or for very long (nine months was the longest away from
'home'). As I get older my desire to travel gets less each year, and
not because it's tiring -- it's not. I'm just learning how much there
is to explore, to discover, to learn, right here in my own community. I
was just so numbed, so blasé I didn't realize it, didn't notice the
wonder all around me.
- Not Saying 'I Love You' More:
I keep hearing about how important it is to say this often to people
you love, in case they're suddenly gone and you didn't say it often
enough. I don't get this at all. "I love you" is just a three word
phrase. Saying it doesn't make it so, any more than saying "We had
reliable intelligence that Saddam had WMD" makes it true. What's
important is showing it, with your actions, not saying it.
What would your Regrets List look like? Remember the ground-rule: Only include things that you had (or now have) at least some control over, things that there is something you could do now to rectify, alleviate or mitigate that regret. Do you understand why you regret them? And if so, have you already subconsciously started to change your life to put them behind you? |
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