regrets

Given the uncertainty of life, I have found myself considering the flawed aspects of my existence. I want to say I regret stuff, but everything before now is moot given I have a lot of wonderful things going on that I wouldn't have or appreciate having if it weren't for the less than wonderful path that lead to said wonderfulness.
The hindsight is odd in that it gives me that means to give sage advice to my kids or to do things differently than what I know didn't work. Sure my flaws lend themselves to repeating mistakes out of pride and ignorance, but given enough time, I learn to move on. Having cheated death at least three times, I can't help but think I'm living on borrowed time. I am not indestructible, but I can't worry about stuff until I have valid reason for living in dread or fear is not really living at all.
I hope to write something incorporating the 7 deadly sins. They truly are deadly in the way they stunt one's pursuit of happiness.