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Regret has a way of arriving uninvited, often disguised as a simple question: could things have been otherwise? Of course, I have regrets. I find myself, at times, drifting into thoughts of the life—or even the lives—that might have been. And yet, there is something strangely futile about that exercise. Our lives unfold within theContinue reading “Between Fate and Freedom — on Living with Regret”