No Regrets

Isn't life supposed to have regrets? It seems like a life not yet fulfilled. It feels like something is missing. Maybe the life I live hasn't been lived. At least the way I would have imagined. Nothing seems to fit nicely in its place. Nothing seems to make any sense. Trying to figure out life is impossible. It feels a lot like breathing under water. But for some reason this feels relaxing. Dying seems so comforting in the end. Dying to soon could turn out regrettable. I wouldn't know though, I'd be dead. My only regret now, is not having any.