Him? Oh he's The Boss

I was watching Bruce Springsteen - The Boss to many of his fans - at Glastonbury on Saturday. I wasn't one of the hordes actually at Worthy Farm, I hardly ever leave North Devon, but sat at home in front of the telly I got a pretty good view of the best that Bruce and the E Street Band had to offer. I thought it was great, but then I do like Bruce, and immediately suffered a pang of regret. The regret stemmed from knowing that Springsteen is to appear in Hyde Park today and I could have gone.
Yes, I know I said I hardly ever leave North Devon, but I was all set to make an exception in this instance and venture to London. I find our great capital alternately terrifying and fascinating and in order to have seen Bruce at Hyde Park I would have placed myself in the level-headed care of my big sister, who lives in London and is still looking out for me after all these years. However, work intervened and so I passed on the chance and that left me wondering about something that has been on my mind since the spring when my dad died - it's the whole question of regret.
Regrets, I've had a few, but then again, too few to mention. Yes, someone got there first to say that, but my point is should we allow ourselves to run the risk of regretting what we have not done. As I said, since my dad died (after a long illness and at a good age) I have been thinking that ultimately what we ought to look for in life are memories, not regrets. Following on from that I also think that sometimes none of it matters, we are, after all, merely mortal. But that is perhaps allowing the nihilist side of my nature to show through.
This all came to me this morning as I trundled along the Tarka Trail on my bike, where my chief regret was tender nether regions due to not riding often enough. Eventually, I decided that life is too short and I should get on with a) enjoying having seen the Glastonbury performance, b) taking in the beautiful sights and sounds of the Tarka Trail, and c) cycling more often so I don't end up with a funny walk.