Staring into the River of Ancient Regrets

As you stand on the riverbank, the waters lap gently against the shore, a soft, melancholy lapping of the past against the present. You gaze out into the depths, watching as the ripples of what could have been dance and swirl in the currents of time.

A young Julius Caesar stands on a distant shore, his toga fluttering in the breeze as he contemplates the what-ifs of a Roman conquest undone. A defeated Napoleon broods on a nearby rock, his bicorne askew, his ambitions lost to the tides of history.

You, too, have a place on the riverbank, your own regrets reflected in the water like a funhouse mirror. A missed chance at love, a career undone, a bad haircut from 1987 – all are here, staring back at you from the depths.

Would you like to:

• Stare into the River of Regrets and Somewhat Better Decisions
• Learn from the River of What Our Ancestors Learned from Their Mistakes
• Stare into the River of Regrets and Also Slightly Better Ones