Sometimes, I battle with regret. Time is funny. It does not afford me the luxury of rewinding and redoing parts of my life that caused much sacrifice. When you make a decision to take a certain road, you can't untake the road. You can't go back in time with mature eyes and make different decisions. Time, has unfortunately moved on and the day of your foolishness is in the past. I told one of my students that some things you have to live through. It is just a temporary thing and some things you have to live with. I am in the live with stage. My age prevents me from ever being what I was when I gave up what I wanted. I can stay on that spot forever, but I must remember what I chose and the value of why I chose it. Regrets don't happen when you just make decisions. Regrets happen when you make any decision. You will always wonder what your life would have been like if you had chosen the other option. The poem, The Road Not Taken is a poem about such thinking. The author does not regret the road he took, but he sure does remember that, at one point in his life, there was another road. We always seem to remember the other road. The Bible says, "Forgetting those things which are behind......." That is where I am. I am at a place of forgeting. There is a road, I did not take. It is not worth mentioning. It is not worth meditating on. It has little value because it is the road I did not take. It is the life, I did not live. There shall be no tears shed over what "should have been" when "what is" is before me.
Life Happened, Tammy Cochran
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