Living with regret

I have often prided myself on living without regret. I have always said that you can't go back, you can only move forward.

Lately though I find myself wondering if living without regret has meant not really owning up to the things that I would rather not examine in myself. Have I really lived without regret or have I lived without looking back because I won't like what I see?

It's easy to be offended by what you think others have done wrong to you and to stay angry but how often do we take a good look at ourselves and the things that we have done to others? I think true living without regret isn't not looking back, it's looking back, understanding what we could have done better but not beating ourselves up over it and moving forward.

Today I choose to do that.