ABSTRACT
It is easy to picture regret as ponderous. At first blush, it seems to be a stagnant emotion that weighs the body down and corrodes the soul. One imagines it as insidiously caustic, part of a process of decay, erosion, or a psycho-spiritual cancer. One pictures the person in regret as a monolithic structure, a big blob infested with termites that are eating away at his vital resources. Regret carries the connotation that something has befallen us and plagues us so that we cannot shake it, or we refuse to. Regret takes its toll. It is purely negative, is it not? It’s just a downhill slide.
