You remember chances you didn’t take.
Conversations you postponed.
Decisions you were too careful to make.

Some opportunities were missed because I was afraid.
Some because I trusted the wrong timing.
Some simply because I didn’t know better back then.

For a long time, I thought missing opportunities meant failure.
That if you didn’t act at the right moment, you lost everything forever.

Now I see it differently.

You can regret a choice without hating yourself for it.
You can acknowledge a mistake without letting it define you.

Those missed moments taught me something valuable — awareness.
They showed me how easily comfort turns into stagnation.
How quickly “later” becomes “never.”

I don’t want to live in constant regret, but I also don’t want to ignore the lessons.
Missed opportunities sharpen your understanding of what matters.
They make you more attentive when new doors appear.

I can’t go back and choose differently.
But I can choose differently now.

I’ve learned that the real loss isn’t missing a chance —
it’s repeating the same hesitation again and again.

So I carry my missed opportunities with honesty, not shame.
As reminders to act.
To speak.
To move forward when something feels important.

The past is fixed.
But the future is still very much open.

And this time, I’m paying attention.