I don't think I even heard the word "regret" until I was like 30. Where/when I grew up, you went to the best schools, got the best job, and settled down as quic

I don't think I even heard the word "regret" until I was like 30. Where/when I grew up, you went to the best schools, got the best job, and settled down as quickly as possible. People who were unhappy simply didn't want to be happy, like it was their choice. I don't really care bout "making something of myself" but to the extent you're going to be settled, one should ensure that they're happy WHERE they're settled. In the end I've learned that no one really gives a fuck about me. Not my parents. Not my brother. Especially not my wife. Maybe my kids, too young to tell. Doesn't matter how much I water my grass, I planted the wrong variety and ultimately it's kids (and poor health) that keep me rooted. Sometimes I think I'm the only person in the world who had kids so I could give THEM happy lives and only when I realized that others didn't did their actions start to make sense.