Regret and resentment bind us with heavy burdens, from which we should be cut loose. Time and human nature would fade them away if we didn’t weave them into a hair shirt to wear against our skin. We gain some gratification from wearing regret and resentment on our backs, but the garment forces us to look backward rather than forward; inward rather than outward. Perfect love casts off regret and resentment, and they vanish. A new life and buoyancy comes to us. We are glad to be alive.