Don’t want anything. Don’t regret anything.
No one “blows it,” not even the crucifiers. Everyone acts according to the fullest extent of their consciousness. Crime and punishment? Punishment is itself a crime.
When I like/dislike the world, I split myself like a fish gutted. After all, I am the world. We see how riven, roiled and tribalized we are while simultaneously not seeing that it’s a projection of binary mind, of like/dislike until the curtain falls.
What pleases us is good, what displeases us is bad. This is the province of the personality, aka the little me, the false self. The best is neither good nor bad. It’s now.
Every negative thought I’ve ever had has been wrong, misleading or self-destructive. I wish I’d figured this out earlier. See what I mean?