I’ll take owned-up mistakes made over regrets any day.
Regrets over all I’ve missed out on.
Regrets over opportunities turned down.
Regrets over giving up prematurely.
The distinction between mistakes and regrets, IMHO, comes down to how hard you tried. I’d rather know that I put 300% of myself into something (even if I made a fool out of myself) than know I gave it 30%.
One, if handled, goes to sleep.
The other stays awake and
haunts you with dark-night-of-the-soul tosses and turns.
Trust me on this, Grasshopper.