You don't have regrets, you have a director's cut. Same scene, played back, re-edited, every single night.
You don't relive the good days. You relive the one text, the one silence, the one exit you handled badly — on a loop, with commentary. Everyone else moved on; you're still in the editing bay, splicing the alternate take where you said the smarter thing. The cruel part is the replay feels productive, like you're solving something. You're not. You've watched this scene four hundred times and the ending hasn't changed once. The rumination isn't reflection — reflection ends with a conclusion. Yours just buffers and starts again.
Get your read — free on iPhoneyou call it reflection. but reflection ends with a conclusion — yours just buffers and starts the scene over.