Carpe diem, said the dead poets

It seems to me that life is nothing but a string of small near misses: the girl that I'm unable to love, the chances I fail to seize, the moments of happiness I allow to drift away; A race whose result we know beforehand, but which we fail to bet the winner. Too often, I have been indecisive and hesistant and with the benefit of hindsight, I should have acted boldly.