filled with regret?

Sigh.  It seems my entire existence can be summed up by a single sigh, at least currently.   I'm currently in Folsom visiting my aunt/uncle/nieces,  which is a fairly comforting way to pass the time,  but I still can't help but question basically everything.   I'm reminded,  a little bit,  of the movie "Inception," in which Saito says "don't you want to take a leap of faith? Or do you want to become an old man, filled with regret? "  I'm currently struggling,  perhaps just a little,  to not be drowning in regret of my own.   Mostly, of course,  this is because of the accident.   Although,  I guess I was dealing with a lot of angst just prior to my accident as well.  Now it's just considerably more.