Frank Sinatra
*Regrets, I've had a few.
But than again, too few to mention.*

I have my regrets. I'm human. I'm a human with a life that isn't filled with joy and success. Of course I wonder if life would've been better if I had done something, or done something different, or not of done something at all.
But I hate what I am, not who I am.
I came a long way in my past 22 years of living, it's hard to imagine the future especially since the past was more fun even with its hard times. If I had a time machine, I might go back to my teens and further enjoy the experiences again. Have more fun and maybe alter my future self of person, such as my shyness. Maybe if I could go back in time when I was more active with people and be even more active, my shyness wouldn't be such a big problem today.
My unintended isolation of people had been a burden on my shoulders for quite some time. It has gave me the quietness one could want for thinking, but it being a burden usually the thinking was quite negative. Through it though, I think I became more logical thinking.

When given enough time to ask questions, the questions become more original. The questions become more personal.
Eventually "yes" or "no" questions don't relate to the real answer. I think I had lived a care-free life where yes or no answers were good enough for the time being of the question. Eventually I became like a little kid all over again, constantly asking "Why?" Those kind of questions led to my interests in science. My other interests, besides music, was history and asking "why" questions helped me learn about the history even more.
It had caused me to understand many things that plaque my life and society.

The time line of this change is unknown to me, when I went from a need-to-know basis kind of guy to a want-to-know fetish of information kind of guy; however, I do know it's not the only notch on the time line. That little smudge of a mutation in my interests for knowledge is just that - a little smudge.
There's no telling of what faults summoned every other interest I pursue.

Had I not listened to music to soothe my anger and sorrow, would I have bothered to pick up a guitar, or any instrument, and learn it?
Had I not fell in love at an early age, would I be hellbent on getting laid rather than wanting a family?
Had I not gone through a "mafioso" phase of being taught respect is earned, would I even have the least amount of delicate respect?

Potentially.

But what I do know is that's who I am. I am a respectful, family oriented, musician and I can only assume that I became this way because of what I learned from my experiences.
If I were to go back in time and change one thing, that experience could be lost, and then there's no knowing of who I might have turned out to be.
And quite ironically, for a want-to-know kind of guy, I don't want to know.

If I had a personal time machine....
I'd destroy every piece of it.