No Regrets

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Right before I went to bed last night I read a post in my Reader by a blogger named Tim Willow who posts on a blog called The Rebel Fish. The post to which I am referring is a witty little yarn that asks the age-old question, “You Sold Your Soul Yet?” Of course, I was in bed, barely able to keep my eyes open, when I read it. So who knows how witty it really was?

Anyway, there was one line in Tim’s post that I thought expressed incredibly profundity. In fact, I thought his line was so profound that I’m going to steal it and post it right here, right now.

“Apart from the things I have done and haven’t done — I have no regrets.”

By the way, I did tell Tim in a comment I left on his post that I was going to steal that line from him. I’m telling you this so that you know that, despite my stealing his very profound line, it’s Tim, not me, who has sold his soul to the devil. Or so he claims, anyway. Thus, my conscience is clear. I have no regrets.