I don't so much mind looking back on having lost the election, or having been denied a role in the play, or having had my novel repeatedly rejected, or having been turned down for a date, or recalling laughter at my expense when I attempted some silly challenge.? Those things simply prove that I? Lived life.? What I do mind, however, is looking back on the lost opportunities where imagined concerns kept me from even trying, lose or win.? I've learned that there is no regret in a brave attempt. Only in cowering to fear.