Just how much sense regret makes? That’s a question that popped in my mind at like 4AM. Actually, that was the final question. The first question was: “Does something like real regret exists?”
And why regret seemed senseless to my mind at 4AM right after waking up out of the blue? Maybe because I was too drunk of sleep and couldn’t think straight? Maybe I was still in the dream land, where things don’t make much sense and logic is not really a must? Or maybe it’s because regret really doesn’t make sense?
A bit of everything, I’d say. But to be able to continue with this digression, some research was needed and some research I did. To start off, what exactly is regret?