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There is Never Enough Time for Regrets

on 12 December, 2014

Today was an interesting day. Only from the sense that for the first time in a long time, I had time to think. Time alone with nothing better to do than ponder life past.

Most of you are aware of the details of my childhood – just one kid in a gang of children: children battling for attention and love, let alone the basic necessities of growing boys and girls.

I think I knew early on that I didn’t want to live my long life and look back full of regrets. I was determined that every day needed to be lived fully.

And hard as I thought about it, as I drove 150 miles and back by myself – I couldn’t come up with anything. Long wanderings down highways past… the jobs, the bosses, the friends, the trips, the moves, the cars, the escapades… nope, nothing I regret. Some might look at past behavior and wonder why there isn’t something, but the way I look at it, I am who I am because of what I’ve experienced – good and bad. And everything in between.

And sometimes I think that I should write a book. Ha. I have lived a long and interesting life. Full of wonderful and questionable experiences. I’ve met and known some amazing people and seen some wonderful places and explored some fantastic destinations. Did some things that maybe I shouldn’t have, but looking back, don’t seem to be that big of a deal.

Now, I know that there have been folks in my life that have done the “wrong” thing but that is their cross to bear. Me, it was all part of the bigger picture. And now that I am on the other side of the top of that hill, its fun to look back.

Did I make mistakes? Should I have turned left instead of right? Should I have stayed instead of gone? Hmmph. No way to know now, is there? There is only what was and that can’t be changed. It is simply a way through and a way to keep going.

All I do know is that on my death bed, I won’t be wishing I’d done anything different. I guess maybe I will wish that it could keep going, but ultimately, we have to end somewhere.



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