Regrets. Everyone seems to have them.

Regrets. The bane of life. Something that all people have, whether few or numbering many. One more leveling thing in the entire world. Something that makes all us humans sit on the same level as everyone else.

Regrets. Whether you have many or few, it all causes heartbreak and much sorrow, and perhaps some melancholy too.

Some regrets you can fix up, sometimes if you're lucky the entire thing, sometimes just part. But there are those regrets that can never, ever be fixed up.

In my last post, I mentioned that I was blogging live from my uncle's wake. Was there anything he regretted? I don't know. It's kinda late to think about it now, actually.

Then, my cousin Jun Qi (he's ten years older, he'll be 24 soon)said his father always wanted to see him graduate. So somehow they managed to get a graduating gown and cap for Jun Qi. He was due to graduate next year somewhere in April(?) but he decided to use the gown then on Saturday.

It's too late.

What I don't know is so much, about life, knowledge, everything...I feel like I'm standing on the edge of a deep, black abyss, and deciding to do some standing broad jump over, or swing over Tarzan-style. That is, I don't know what to do. The full vastness of my ignorance baffles me, confounds me, and leaves me absolutely hopeless.

Heck.