Means to what end?

Tonight, everything feels unfinished. The sparse raindrops falling outside should be a shower, but they're not. The 7-11 coffee I just downed was weak. The air seems a bit too cold for mid-spring. On that note, the spring itself hasn't matured yet, though the cherry blossoms have fallen away. One paper still has yet to be finished before my semester is done. Important forms for my study abroad due Friday still haven't been sent out. Goodbyes and final conversations have yet to occur, and are too abrupt and casual when they do. I still have to go through three more summer classes.
And then, I ask myself what I'm expecting. A movie? Life isn't a movie. Things don't work themselves out into a perfect circle right before the last scene cuts. A lot of people say "live life with no regrets, so that you don't look back and wish you had done something." Huh? Is that at all realistic? Does there come a point when we're supposed to say, "I've done everything I've wanted...I suppose it's time to wait for death..."?
It's so hard to accept the fact that there are no resolutions, when all is said and done. And it's sort of a relief, too. We'll never be bored or finished. There will always be something to yearn for.