Choosing Bad Experiences over Regret

We all would have been at loggerheads at some stage in our life; choosing between options.

There is a possibility that the option selected doesn’t turn out the way initially expected, leaving you with a bad experience.

We hop on to ruminate our past decision, contemplating reasons for it to head the wrong way. Amidst all this chaos in our mind, we miss out on the most important thing – Lesson from the experience.

I strongly believe,“Whatever happens, happens for good”. There is a reason why a person is going through something. Believe it or not, it is honing you to witness a better version of yourself.

There’s a concept in psychology called “psychological immune system” which focuses on the aspect that it is likely a person will get over bad emotions quicker than expected. The system is working to protect/repair us from emotional whirlwind often witnessed by us from unfavourable events to restore the good mood. It is similar to our physical immune system. Everyone has it but is variable in proportions. That’s why we manage to cope ourselves through distressing times.

But how do you tag and associate an emotion with an event which never happened?

Hence, regret due to inaction is a misfit in this entire frame. There are two sides of seeing it –

Regret emerging from inaction (former one in the picture) sticks painfully in comparison to regret emerging from taking action but not having a worthwhile experience (latter one in the picture).

I recently had a brush off with an experience not worth recollecting but with the passage of time I was able to get over the downhill stage. I am happy I opted to take action by choosing an alternative instead of sticking to my comfort zone. To simply put, I have no regrets.

Its okay to at times go the unconventional way; before enacting, you are clueless what that decision has in store for you.

Instead of beholding regret of not doing something, go ahead and take action. At least you will have an experience (good or bad) to narrate!


Most of us would have a memory attached to writing. I have one too.

Every new year, Appa (father) would bring home blank designer diaries of varying sizes distributed by companies for advertisement.

Designer calendars, also distributed by companies hung on the walls is/was a common sight in households.
But these diaries hold a special memory. Me and my sister would handpick the most beautiful diaries and would agree to hand over the rest to relatives or friends, only if it was asked for.
There was a pattern; the initial few pages would contain calendars, mathematical conversion units and sundry other information.
But the foremost thing was to search for our birth date in the calendar and circle it. I know it sounds a little weird but it just felt good to highlight the iconic date though I am not a celebrating-birthday-the-grand-way type.
We could never finish the pages of the diaries nor did we use it for the purpose initially intented for (journaling on daily basis) yet each year we did await for some new collections. 
Writing on the first page was an event of our life. It had to be perfect – good handwriting; no cancellations; words properly aligned. It was the same for the school books of all subjects. Oh! Designing our name on the first page for self proclamation that now it’s MY diary was necessary.

But the burst of excitement when our parents bought us a diary with a lock and key is incomparable. We still have it and hopefully, the key is safe somewhere in our shelves.

Of course, there are/were diaries in varied formats – a Journal, an Organizer or a Planner but it’s surprising that there’s still a market for diaries in physical form considering the surge in the usage of online tools for all the relevant purposes.

It’s funny to read the problems the younger self had to go through.
A fight with a friend over refusal on coming out to play was one of them.