Cogito ergo doleo

Remember what you said?

Yeah, yeah I do…But a new year, fresh start ---

No, hah, never. You'll always ask, "What if, could my life have ended up better?" Regrets, they're engraved in the human race as a mechanism, an assurance of the "evolutionary" process. We can never be content with where we are, such would be to deny improvement, progress. No; When we get lost, searching for some meaning or direction, we look to the guide we've been writing our entire lives. There, we find no meaning, certainly no direction. We realize that each event we regret wasn't laid before us by fate or destiny or to lead us to where we stand; for we are lost. Regret turns to sorrow, and we cling to the tree branches that remind us of familiar times.
We look to the stars for answers, but we realize all we see is the past. The light cast upon us from an earlier time. Gazing upon our hands, we realize so too is everything we see, just images of the past. Then, the perceived present becomes past, true present future. That instance of time we held so dear, lost like us as we walk the barren, pathless wilderness.