There are decisions. Some, I guess. Decisions made where you can convince yourself, your mind soul and body and all the entire universe for that matter that the decision you made was the best one. You can examine it from every objective angle and believe, with absolute confidence, that you made the right choice.
And does that stop you from regretting it? Quite quaintly, quite appallingly, and in fact quite naturally, no.
We worship Reason as the monolithic ruling entity in our thought process, and we make decisions based on Reasons. As we live and grow we are taught and conditioned to weigh every element of a choice given to us for the gravity and strength of the reasons backing them. We decide on something when we perceive it as having the soundest case, the strongest backing, the best reasons. And if we ever need to ask why, quite naturally, we could answer : "So I won't regret it".
But there come these times when a few strands of our disarrayed threads of thought, by a random feat of chance, strike a resonant chord that inadvertantly broadens the reaches of our perception. Awakening a vague but unshakable realization. And causing us to wonder, if only very briefly, if perhaps life is about taking chances.
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