I have little regrets in how I’ve lived my life. Sure, occasionally I’d think about how cool it would be if I had skateboarded or did sports in high school, if I was more of a Casanova and sowed some wild oats in college, if I had stuck with an actual musical instrument and became good enough to make music…but none of them are actually important enough for me to be like “aww man…there’s a missed opportunity.”
I did what I did for a multitude of reasons and ended up a better person for it in some cases (mainly the sowing of wild oats.)
What I do regret…is not being more intelligent.
Science, Math, and History have always fascinated me. Sadly, my intellect has never been up to par enough to be any good at either of them. Hell, in college I just barely passed a foundation Physics class…I was utterly fascinated by my Geology class, but again…just barely scraped by.
I dunno…I guess I could have studied harder as well…but studying can only go so far when you’re too dense to grasp simple formulas and such.
Everything about science is so utterly fascinating. Think about it…science is the second greatest and most important achievement man has ever acquired…second only to math because let’s face it, math is the basis of nearly everything. Science is looking deep into the blueprints of life itself, the ultimate guide to how things work. You understand science, you understand the very workings of the universe itself.
Theoretical and planetary science in particular I find amazing. People smart enough to come up with grand theories on things like the very beginning of everything in the universe…to even attempt to wrap my head around that.
I’m just not smart enough sadly…
My only regret…is not being able to better understand the universe in which I live.