Sometimes failure makes me laugh.
I once made a closet design product. I don’t know much about closets or design. Hell, I don’t even care about them. It seemed like a good idea at the time, so I went with it.
Failure helps you grow and learn how to let go, both of which are for self-awareness.
Regret does the same thing, but I never laugh at it. Regret always hurts.
Doesn’t matter if it’s because of a bad attitude, not enough “time,” or “righteous indignation.” If I knew I didn’t give a project my all, my memories would leave me with regret.
“What could have been” sucks way worse than “that was a bad idea.”