I'm not big on regrets. I don't usually dabble in "what ifs", I like to avoid dwelling on the "could have beens". But I do like to remember. I like to take everything in, drink it up, store it somewhere deep, and then, sometimes before I go to bed, or even on the off chance I have enough free time to let my mind wander, I'll pull out those memories, and I relive them. Not the bad ones, the ones we have to remember so we can learn and grow and never repeat our mistakes. But, the memories of my Grandmother letting me decorate her fire place for Easter the year before she died, the day I watched my parents renew their vows and dance like no one was watching, walking on the beach at 5am the week after my high school graduation-these are the memories I dig up. The ones that make me smile and give me happy dreams,the ones that remind me that I should keep making more.
Life is short. It might not feel that way, after all, the average life expectancy in the U.S. is around 72 years of age, which is nothing to sneeze at, but it really isn't that long. Especially when we throw ourselves against the grindstone and work for tomorrows that never really come. And, trust me, I'm completely guilty as charged, but sometimes regrets are so overwhelming that we let them rule our lives. We allow them to consume our every thought and eventually, the here and now disappears beneath the shoulda woulda couldas of yesterday.
Usually my blogs are ridiculously long rants about nothing too important, but this one doesn't need to be drawn out because the more time you spend reading this, the less time you have to take advantage of what is happening right now. Stop waiting for tomorrow, stop waiting for the rainy days, stop waiting for the almosts, the maybes, the things you can't control; and start living now. Cling to the people you love, call up the people you miss, do that one thing you've been dying to do, just take the time to step outside and look at the beauty that God created for you to enjoy because this is it folks, this is all we get. Because really, when we reach the end of the road, it's the memories: the sunny days, the moonlit nights, the way that special someone looked in the candlelight, that complete us, because in the end, the people we love and the times we share with them are the only things that get left behind. So forgive, forget, and create. :)
I just have to say that this is basically an explination for most of the poems I've written. the events in our lives define who we become and the past is nothing more than the why we are where we are. it is something to learn from, something to use to make what is to come that much better. there is a quote that will never be said better, "if we don't learn from the mistakes of the past we are doomed to repeat them in the future." our past teaches us so much. you are a very insiteful person, never stop writing out your thoughts people have more to learn from you then you may know.
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