I regret I didn't smile enough, love myself enough and didn't let other people to love me enough.
and I think I'm going to completely disagree with this one rexbobcat and limr
The only hong I kind of disagree with is the point about happiness is a choice. Maybe like 90% of the time it is, but depending on the person happiness isn't always something you can just choose to feel.
Happiness is a matter of choice! Always look at the glass as a half full, not a half empty.
Trust me, it isn't something I'm saying out of the blue. It is something that I had to choose to think and feel in order to feel any kind of happiness when dealing with all circumstances I came across.
Much earlier in my life I was forced to think about the death and regrets. Even now, when I'm about to make any decision I ask myself: What would you do if you die tomorrow?
I'm thinking what to write in order to justify my strong disagreeing but at the same time not to be so personal. There are plenty things in my life that you can call unfortunate, sad, bad or else. But after years and years of dealing with things because I had to I decided it was enough sad feelings, so I'll deal with things with a smile.
I didn't have childhood. Didn't have "normal" parents. Didn't have money. Didn't have almost anything I wanted to have, material and non material.
I had strict, controlling, making trouble, alcoholic father and sensitive, unhappy, unfulfilled, depressed mother. They gave me, among some good stuff, complexes, traumas and emotional scars.
I had a war. I had nothing in that period and depended on good people for some basic needs.
I had health problems.
I finished high school I didn't want and have a master degree I don't like.
Everything I said I don't want to happen in my life, well, it happen in my life...The only certainty in my life was that tomorrow will come with more problems then yesterday.
Somewhere in my path I lost smile. I was angry, furious, depressed, serious, stiff....Why? Just because that's a normal reaction on things that happened to me. But one day I was tired of being like that and choose to be a happy person. It wasn't easy though.
The only good constant thing was that I'm a really good friend and I made some really good friends.
Now I live in a place I've never wanted to live, have no friends around me, work on a job I don't like... but somehow it seems that I'm right there where I should be...
My happiness is build on some little, non material things, which most of people wont notice, and I have plenty of them.
This life gives you things/situations/people you have strength to cope with, so why wouldn't you cope with all this with a smile? Even if it's a fake, tinny one. It still counts as a smile.
I wrote all of this, because maybe someone will stop for a moment and truly think about the fact that a happiness is a choice, not some feeling that only entitled people own. And that all it matters in a life is happiness.
No matter who you are, where you are, what is happening to you, and how many days you have left in this world... you simply have to find a reason inside of you to be happy, not ecstatic

but truly happy.
Sorry for this long story...