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A fellow told me he would rather be sorry for doing something than for not doing it. That brought to my mind this question. Would you rather be sorry for buying a knife or for not buying it?
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The only knife I was ever sorry for getting was one that was in poorer condition than advertised. Maybe another that wasn't real. It was a copy.
Thats a hard one but I think I would rather be sorry I missed one than sorry I bought the wrong one I think
I think I'd rather buy a knife and not be that happy with it than not buy it and wonder what it was like. To me, every knife is just part of the knife collecting experience. But maybe if I spent WAAAY too much for a knife that was junk, I'd have a different feeling. LOL!
I agree with Craig 100%. Hindsight may be 20/20, but foresight is an illusion.
There are knives I bought that especially when I started that I think, why did I ever do that? So looking back I am sorry I bought some of those and should have waited a bit longer!
Sorry that I bought that Jim Bowie whittler off the internet.
Definitely taught me to buy from reputable dealers that will stand behind their merchandise.
I would rather be sorry, but my budget doesn't allow for it. Rarely do I buy a knife.
And even more rarely do I buy a knife that I end up not liking enough to keep. I've had a few though.
I tend to be sorry for buying a knife on impulse. I've passed on many knives in my life and for the most part I don't even remember them. Besides I'm not dead yet, so there is always hope it will circle back around. In the end, it is a material possession.
As for matters of importance, I'd rather fail trying than fail watching. So I'd be more upset with myself for standing back and doing nothing. My motto for life is Rudyard Kipling's poem "if." i even have it on my wall at work!
http://gufifut.hegewisch.net/if.html
IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
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