Regret City

Morning Story and Dilbert

Vintage Dilbert
January 16, 2002

I had not really planned on taking a trip this time of year, and yet I found myself packing rather hurriedly. This trip was going to be unpleasant and I knew in advance that no real good would come of it. This is my annual “Guilt Trip.”

I got tickets to fly there on “WISH-I-HAD” airlines. It was an extremely short flight. I got my “baggage,” which I could not check. I chose to carry it myself all the way. It was loaded down with a thousand memories of “what might have been.” No one greeted me as I entered the terminal to the Regret City International Airport. I say international because people from all over the world come to this dismal town.

As I checked into the “Last Resort” Hotel, I noticed that they would be hosting the year’s most important event — the annual “Pity Party.” I wasn’t going to miss that great social occasion. Many of the towns leading citizens would be there.

First, there would be the “Done” family; you know, “Should Have,” “Would Have” and “Could Have.” Then came the “I Had” family. You probably know old “Wish” and his clan. Of course, the “Opportunities” family; “Missed and Lost,” would be present. The biggest family there would be the “Yesterday’s.”

There are far too many of them to count, but each one would have a very sad story to share. Of course, “Shattered Dreams” would surely make and appearance. “It’s Their Fault” family would regale us with stories (excuses) about how things had failed in their life. Each story would be loudly applauded by the “Don’t Blame Me” and “I Couldn’t Help It” committee.

To make a long story short, I went to this depressing party, knowing full well there would be no real benefit in doing so. And, as usual, I became very depressed. But as I thought about all of the stories of failures brought back from the past, it occurred to me that this trip and subsequent “pity parties” COULD be cancelled by ME!

I started to realize that I did not have to be there. And I didn’t have to be depressed. One thing kept going through my mind, I CAN’T CHANGE YESTERDAY, BUT I DO HAVE THE POWER TO MAKE TODAY A WONDERFUL DAY. I can be happy, joyous, fulfilled, encouraged, as well as being encouraging.

Knowing this, I left Regret City immediately, and didn’t leave a forwarding address. Am I sorry for mistakes I’ve made in the past? YES! But there is no way to undo them.

So, if you’re planning a trip back to Regret City, please cancel all those reservations now. Instead, take a trip to a nice place called: “Starting Again.” I like it so much that I made it my permanent residence. My neighbors, the “Been Forgiven” and the “We’re Saved” are so very helpful. By the way, you don’t have to carry around the heavy baggage anymore either. That load is lifted from your shoulders upon arrival. But don’t take my word for it, find out for yourself.

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  1. Paula Cummings said:

    Regret city – the most pointless place on earth. Thanks for sharing! 🙂


  2. Becky said:

    Very clever…I enjoyed this a lot. So many good points, and so many good things to remember everyday. Pity parties…cancelled! 🙂


  3. Linne said:

    Great post and I’m re-blogging it. ~ Linne


  4. Miss M said:

    Nice story but I know the secret to having no regrets in life. You might think it’s by being a saint and never doing anyone any wrong. But no, that is not the answer! All the good and bad things we’ve done in life moulds us into who we are and we learn from everything, big and small. If we make no mistakes in life, we never learn. So don’t regret any of your mistakes. When you made them, you learned how not to make them again. That is never something one should regret!


  5. a_l_henley said:

    Reblogged this on Intrepid Didymus and commented:
    Don’t stay in Regret City one more minute! Get out of there and may the Grace of our God in Heaven show us when we are drifting in the direction of that desolate place that we may correct our path.


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