Regret is everywhere. People who get big oranges think it is sour, while those who get sweet oranges think it is small.
Some regrets are like a blunt knife, leaving only a shallow trace in the heart, while others are sharp nails, which make people regret it.
Once, there were regrets that bothered me.
When I was frustrated and extremely sad, I locked the door and curled up in my room to think silently.
Thinking about the beginning, process and ending of this setback, and then thinking about all kinds of setbacks before, I feel more stupid and regret every time. If I do better, if I take it more seriously. ...
Looking back carefully, I found that I made many mistakes. I tried to ignore them, but I couldn't.
I could have spent more time reciting the manuscript in that competition. However, because of my laziness, I got stuck on the stage and looked at the darkness under the stage. I was flustered and embarrassed. The silence of this moment makes my mind a mess. Although I stumbled back, I still regret this small mistake.
I prepared for the first exam for a long time. I memorized all my notes and checked them again and again. I started the exam with confidence, and stopped reading it after I finished writing it. But I missed a topic because of carelessness, and deducted three points for nothing! In addition, I made a mistake in a multiple-choice question, and I missed the rare full mark in Chinese. To make matters worse, I didn't even get the highest score in my class.
I pretended not to care about the selection, but I was secretly looking forward to it, but several outstanding students on the blackboard were far ahead. I'm a little disappointed, and I can't help wondering if my popularity is bad enough, what's more, I don't think their ability is much better than mine. I don't want to be jealous, but sometimes it does.
These regrets are really worth regretting and worrying about, especially when I am sad. Regret always pours sulfuric acid into my heart, which corrodes me. ...
Gradually, these regrets have become the past, and I still bear all kinds of setbacks. One morning, I lamented that although the noodles for breakfast were full, there was only soy sauce without seasoning.
Those regrets that once made me miserable now seem to have completely turned into things I don't know. Thinking of them, I recall my past youth and feel more satisfied.
Isn't there a saying?
Life without regrets is the most regrettable.
It is a pity that Venus with a broken arm, though incomplete, has a different kind of beauty.
Maybe at first, I will regret it, but as time goes by, they are more like signs to witness my growth. Although they are ugly, like abrupt scars on the skin, it is these wounds that make me a complete and vivid person and have a beautiful life.
Regret, like dark chocolate, is bitter and sweet.