#regret — Public Fediverse posts

Added this demo. Playing along to Salah by Knuckle Bones. Nice emotion. It has a certain aura to it. Check the chords. Tutorial:

https://chordyes.com/chord/knuckle-bones-salah

#guitaricon #guitarmuse #indonesian #malevocalist #rock #regret #heartbreak

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Here's the campfire arrangement. Chucking to I Never Asked For An Angel by Jennifer Rush. Get your voice ready. Post:

https://chordyes.com/chord/jennifer-rush-i-never-asked-for-an-angel

#guitarprodigy #guitarwonder #american #femalevocalist #poprock #regret #love

Here's the chord chart. Closing out Dummkopf by Purple Schulz. The progression is really nice. Time to jam. Learn it:

https://chordyes.com/chord/purple-schulz-dummkopf

#telecaster #lespaul #german #malevocalist #synthpop #80s #regret

Now that I’m in my mid seventies, the last thing I wish is that I could be in my twenties once again. What I would rather wish is that I could go back to that time and give myself a bloody great slap across the ear.

Is this what is known as “The Getting of Wisdom”?

#OldAge #wisdom #regret #FoolishYouth #SlowLearner

Added this deep cut. Singing Cross My Heart by Lime Garden. Nice story. Try this solo out. Link:

https://chordyes.com/chord/lime-garden-cross-my-heart

#guitarporn #guitarsdaily #british #femalevocalist #indierock #emotional #regret

Just posted this track. T'Pau - Heaven. The ambiance is great. Start playing. Chords are here:

https://chordyes.com/chord/t-pau-heaven

#guitarprodigy #guitarwonder #british #femalevocalist #80s #synthpop #regret

APPARENTLY, I APPEAR
TO HAVE STOPPED TRYING 💎

Isn't there something slightly absurd about discovering a little peace and immediately wanting to explain it to everybody?

The mind says: Tell them. Teach it. Turn it into something useful.

But the present moment seems completely uninterested in becoming a philosophy.

It is already here.

Coffee. Fire. Bright but cold outside. A dog moving across the room. A conversation with Pete. A body breathing.

Nothing particularly spiritual about any of it.

Perhaps that is the difficulty.

Striving is often regarded as serious, while presence can look like laziness. Planning looks responsible. Regret looks thoughtful. Simply being present can look suspiciously like doing nothing.

And yet everything that actually happens happens here and now.

The past can be remembered. The future can be imagined. Neither can be lived.

So perhaps there is nothing to teach. Nothing to defend. And nothing to broadcast.

Just this.

And then this.

And then this...
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@3goodthings
@DigitalCoup
@meditation
@economics_that_works

#presence #now #stillness #ACIM #mindfulness #ordinarylife #peace #philosophy #future #broadcast #Regret #mind #person #man #woman

Dusk

i had such grandiose plans
another day to spend
from the bank of my life
to reap the dividend

somewhere i went awry
i lost track of the sun
when i turned around again
the day was almost done

so now i pin my hopes
on the fading light
i watch the creeping shadows
and make plans for the night

August 13, 2015

Don't regret anything in life. If it's good, it's wonderful. If it's bad, it's experience! When you win, you win. When you lose, you learn.
-- Richard Feynman

⬆ #Wisdom #Quotes #RichardFeynman #Experience #Learning #Life #Regret

⬇ #Photography #Panorama #Sunrise #SacandagaLake #Adirondacks #NewYork

#regret : a feeling of sadness or repentance

- French: regret

- German: bereuen

- Italian: rimorso

- Portuguese: arrependimento

- Spanish: arrepentirse

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Rubik’s Cube (Elimination of Bad Thoughts)

The arrogance of youth…
The world is not a machine for generating fairness;
Other people especially not so.

If you want to drain everything out of your life?
You are no king or aristocrat:
Your life will never be filled with people dedicated to your happiness.

Uninstall the past 20, 25 years-
Uninstall me-

Emotions come and go with great rapidity

How?
Expect Less.
Expect Less.
Demand Less.
Demand Less.
Expect Less.

Regret Less.
There has been plenty of that…

Always seeking a solution-
But there is no solution-
That IS the solution

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If Only

There’s an ache in my throat,

a gnawing in my chest,

all the weight of the life not lived,

taunts of what could’ve been done differently,

If only If only If only

All the dreams foregone for the sake of normalcy

I had no safety net to sustain me

therefore I couldn’t create art

Or rather devote to it

as my heart would’ve liked.

Art was the last on the list

Put away for another day

after having earned a keep.

Under bills to pay and

gaining a foothold in the rat race and

getting a minimum wage and

climbing the corporate ladder and

achieving safe success on society’s terms and…

Now there’s no normal

no job, no wage

no path, no ladder

the only thing that persists is my art

which had been stifled and needs to recuperate

if only if only if only.

The Path of a Writer

For the longest time, I was hesitant to own, or even accept, that I had any talent in writing.

I wanted to be one of the ‘cool kids’. I wanted to be a dancer, or a singer, like the cool popular ones. Writing was for the nerds, the silent ones, the ones no one wanted to hang out with… and I was very much all of these things as a kid.

Having that little bud of talent in writing also meant I was subject to many injustices, for lack of a better word. In group projects, I was most often burdened with doing the bulk of the work while the others played around and did the bare minimum. I was almost always tasked with the report writing and documentation, which, after a while, if you know, gets a little tiring. Because you work with little to no recognition and rarely get to be in the spotlight, which I desperately wanted to be in. In those formative, impressionable years, that really did mean a lot.

So, as it follows, I didn’t give much importance to my talent. In fact, I purposefully strayed away from it — a rejection, as though I was rejecting my own true nature. When people asked me what I was good at, writing was at the bottom of my list, or omitted altogether. When I turned to astrology, poring over birth charts, searching for the purpose or career charted out in the stars for me, a mention of writing and I would scoff, or sigh in disappointment.

And thus, I let my pen rest for too long. In time I realised what a powerful gift it could be, how truly valuable it was in the real world. But by the time I returned, it had rusted.

I truly felt like a fool who neglected her gift and allowed it to weaken. I am now catching up.

Writing these days feels slow and effortful, as though after being suppressed for too long the words shy away from blooming out into the world. I myself know not how to undo all those years of turning away from it.

And so, stumbling and messy, I keep on, searching for the fragments of light I lost.

It's Time To Admit I Have Too Many 'Start The Day' Games

https://fed.brid.gy/r/https://aftermath.site/puzzle-games-daily-oh-no/

The Places in My Dreams

The world within, the world of my dreams, is similar to the one I walk through every day. But it is different.

The streets bend strangely. The rooms open where they should not. The people and places are often indifferent to me, and sometimes, they are even antagonistic.

They are not merely people and places. They are representations of emotions I have not yet worked through from the previous day. Sixteen waking hours are not enough to fully grasp all that I have experienced, endured, feared, desired, regretted, or misunderstood.

And so, in the night, these things come alive.

They take on faces. They become houses, roads, crowds, locked doors, ruined landscapes, familiar rooms made unfamiliar. They guide me through the shadow lands—not always kindly, but truthfully. They show me what I could not see while awake.

My dreams are not escapes from the day.

They are the day returning in another form, asking to be understood.

Some nights I find myself back in places I have never been, and yet they feel older than memory. A school that was never my school. A church with hallways that keep multiplying. A childhood home rearranged by grief. A city I know by instinct, though no map has ever held it.

In these places, I am often trying to get somewhere.

I am late. I am lost. I am looking for someone. I am trying to explain myself to people who will not listen. I am searching for a room, a door, a vehicle, a path, a way home. Sometimes I am carrying something fragile. Sometimes I have forgotten what I was supposed to carry. Sometimes I am responsible for a task I do not understand, surrounded by people who seem to know the rules but refuse to tell me.

This is the cruelty of the dream world: everyone else seems initiated.

They move through the strange landscape as if it is ordinary. They know which hallway leads out, which road is safe, which bus to board, which door not to open. I am the stranger in a world that somehow belongs to me. I am the dreamer, and yet I am not in control.

Perhaps this is why the places feel antagonistic. They do not hate me. They are simply unwilling to flatter me. They will not pretend I am finished with what I have not faced. They will not comfort me with easy explanations. They turn my emotions into architecture and ask me to walk through them.

Fear becomes a narrow bridge.

Regret becomes a house with too many locked rooms.

Anger becomes a storm on the edge of town.

Shame becomes a crowd that sees me before I am ready to be seen.

Grief becomes a road that always returns to the same place.

And longing—longing becomes a light in a window I can never quite reach.

I wake from these dreams with the feeling that I have traveled farther than my body could have gone. I have crossed cities, fields, stairways, basements, sanctuaries, ruins, and train stations. I have spoken with the dead and avoided the living. I have been judged by strangers and ignored by friends. I have wandered through the unfinished weather of my own soul.

Then morning comes, and the ordinary world returns.

The walls are where I left them. The floor is solid. The dog needs to go out. The coffee waits. The phone glows with its small demands. The day begins again, pretending to be separate from the night.

But I know better.

The dream has left its residue. A feeling follows me, sometimes faint, sometimes heavy. A hallway from the dream lingers inside the hallway of the house. A face from the night appears behind the face of someone I know. A mood clings to the morning like fog.

The shadow lands do not vanish when I wake.

They retreat.

They wait beneath the visible world, beneath errands and conversations, beneath sermons and chores, beneath the version of myself that knows how to answer when someone asks, “How are you?”

I say, “I’m fine.”

But somewhere beneath that answer, an entire city is still burning, or flooding, or rebuilding itself in the dark.

Dear US americans, dear Trump Voters,

I really don't want to say, that I have spoilered exactly this already ten years ago, but... well... I have spoilered exactly this already ten years ago............

And btw. the WHOLE World already knew what will happen, long before the election was finished..... except you.

And nobody on the whole world ever thought, that you could do the same mistake twice...........

That election in 2016 marked the starting point for my journey to digital sovereignty, (No US cloud stuff, no US operating systems, no us stuff whatsoever)

#trump #president #usa #maga #trumpvoters #regret

🚨 Oh joy, #Congress has once again graced us with their lightning-fast decision-making skills, steamrolling through a #copyright office #overhaul that no one asked for and everyone will #regret. 😂 The Electronic Frontier Foundation is desperately waving its arms, but who cares about creativity and #innovation when you can just bulldoze them, right? 🙄 #ThanksCongress
https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2026/06/congress-just-rushed-through-disastrous-copyright-office-overhaul #EFF #HackerNews #ngated

More #poetry with the next post too, this time on the subject of #regret

#poem #writing #reading #life

https://npryan.com/2026/06/05/the-hammer-of-dreams/

@josh0 :( #regret

Courrier international – Au #festival des #chauves, à #Londres, “la révolte a commencé” : pas de #cheveux, “pas de #regret”

#BaldFest
Des chauves qui sourient :)

https://www.courrierinternational.com/article/societe-au-festival-des-chauves-a-londres-la-revolte-a-commence-pas-de-cheveux-pas-de-regret_244267

Courrier international – Au #festival des #chauves, à #Londres, “la révolte a commencé” : pas de #cheveux, “pas de #regret”

#BaldFest
Des chauves qui sourient :)

https://www.courrierinternational.com/article/societe-au-festival-des-chauves-a-londres-la-revolte-a-commence-pas-de-cheveux-pas-de-regret_244267

I Waited A Month To Beat The Final Boss Of A Game I Love, And Now I’m Full Of Regret

https://fed.brid.gy/r/https://aftermath.site/trails-in-the-sky-1st-chapter-final-boss-regret/

#MAGAts #TrumpRegime #regret

"Former Congresswoman Marjorie Taylor Greene has warned her one-time close ally President Donald Trump that putting U.S. boots on the ground in Iran could have dire consequences.

'If you send in U.S. military troops into Iran, there is going to be a political revolution in America,' said Greene. 'We said no more foreign wars and we meant it. The coalition will unite and be unstoppable. I’ll make sure of it.'

She signed off her message Sunday with a plea to 'end this war,' referring to the ongoing conflict as 'stupid.'

(. . .)

The former Congresswoman joins other high-profile conservatives—such as Tucker Carlson, Megyn Kelly, and Candace Owens—who were once proudly part of the MAGA coalition, but have been critical of the Iran war, of which there is no clear end in sight.

(. . .)

Trump’s approval rating has dipped to 37%, according to a poll published by the New York Times on Monday.

The Times/Siena poll also found that 64% of Americans think Trump’s move to go to war with Iran was the wrong decision."

https://time.com/article/2026/05/18/american-political-revolution-over-iran-marjorie-taylor-greene-warns-trump/

Gravitational Time Dilation of Grief

According to physics, someone in high gravity experiences time normally but sees people in lower gravity moving much faster—where one hour for them equals decades for others. I relate to this deeply. My heavy rumination over my past relationship has warped my sense of time. Six years have passed in what feels like a blink. Even though the relationship only lasted six months, I have spent the last six years grieving and struggling to live a normal life.

#TimeDilation #Grief #Rumination #Heartbreak #MentalHealth #Relationships #PastMistakes #Regret #TimePassing #EmotionalWeight #LongTermGrief #Reflection #MentalHealthAwareness #Heartache #PsychologicalTime #AnchoredToThePast #PhysicsOfGrief #TimeWarp

The Physics of Long Term Grief

In high gravity, time passes normally for you, but you watch the rest of the world accelerate. An hour in your heavy zone spans decades or centuries for those in lower gravity. This is exactly what my rumination feels like. Six years have vanished in a flash because I am anchored to the past, wishing I had never left my girlfriend. It is strange how a six-month relationship—my longest—could trigger six years of grief, leaving me struggling to act normal while life hurries on without me.

#TimeDilation #Grief #Rumination #Heartbreak #MentalHealth #Relationships #PastMistakes #Regret #TimePassing #EmotionalWeight #LongTermGrief #Reflection #MentalHealthAwareness #Heartache #PsychologicalTime #AnchoredToThePast