is it possible to age without regrets? i'm nearing 70, and mine are starting to keep me up nights. i've had friends die with difficulties between us unresolved, letters not replied to, harms done and not atoned for, with some that cannot be repaired. i lost a woman thirty-five years ago that i wanted desperately to marry, but fate had other ideas and plans. i found an unopened letter (it was in some stuff of my late mothers) a few days ago (from over forty years ago!) from a young lady i was once very fond of. she has since married and divorced twice (Facebook "research"), and i cannot help but wonder "what if?" am i just getting soft in my dotage? or is this the detritus every person carries to the grave? fuck, i sure don't know...