That’s an interesting viewpoint. To me it seems there must be some infinitesimal point of time in which the moving finger is writing. Perhaps the real koan is “how long is now?”
I know this is just a typo, but as a former oceanographer, I may adopt *“Fucus on today” *as my personal motto.
You giving me the finger?:mad: I’ve gotten you!
The only regret that pops into my mind is that (too) many times I didn’t ask a woman out for fear of being embarrassed. Who knows how many good relationships I’ve missed?
My life sucks and always has. I can’t say I really regret anything because there’s nothing I could’ve really done to make it any different.
Don’t fall into the trap of idealising the decisions youdidn’t make. Any decision you did make can now be seen with the hindsight of perfect information. But the sneakiness of decisions not made is that you can pretend that, had you made that choice, you’d now be rock star with a diamond car with platinum wheels. Bullshit. If you’d been more social, you might well have fallen into a series of unsatisfying temporary hook-ups that led nowhere except two divorces, broke from alimony and you getting the clap and your dong dropping off. You’re waaaay better off than that.
I guess the point is that there is nothing to be gained by regretting choices - you can’t really compare your life now with what it might have been on the principle behind the movie Sliding Doors because you have no way of knowing how any other choices would have worked out.
There are a lot of people who, when asked “If you could change anything in your past, what would it be?” and their cop-out answer is to say they wouldn’t change anything because then they wouldn’t have met their wonderful spouse and had their wonderful kids*.
Except they would have met someone else equally as wonderful, and then likely had other wonderful kids.
I blame the misunderstanding of the Trousers of Time.
*Except for Jimmy. That kid’s trouble.
Inigo Montoya how about “perfectly deranged data to fit your focus?”
As I continue to grow (up) I’ve found that my regrets have changed over the years, depending on what phase I’m in. Right now I’ve reached the point where I really do regret most the things I didn’t do, didn’t try, didn’t fail brilliantly at.
I’m in my sixties. This sounds like something somebody near the end would say. I could crap out at any time.
On the other hand, how many bad break ups have you missed? 
Can’t have one without the other.
Me, I’m bummed that I have had a mild depression for years. But then again, I think life has treated me well in general.
I’m not giving you the finger. Also, I didn’t kill your father.
None of this seems likely to me.
Do you have any proof of that? :dubious: