Sunday, January 31, 2010
It's ancient history, but...
The other day I spent time with a couple of friends; it was the first time we all hung out together again for a long time. It was fun, but as the day and night went on, they talked more and more about the things that had happened to all of us within the past year and a half. And I realized that, even after all this time, thinking about some of those things still stings. I've found myself wishing that I could go back and either re-live some of those memories or prevent them from happening in the first place.
As a general rule, I try to learn from my mistakes rather than pretending that they didn't happen, but it's hard to think about these things sometimes because I know that I have regrets about them. But what good is it for me to dwell on it? I can't go back to those happier times or change what has already happened. The only thing I can do now is to keep living my life the way I want to live it, so that I will have as few regrets as possible when it's over. I know this as well as the next person, so why is it harder for me to deal with it than it is for everyone else?
As a general rule, I try to learn from my mistakes rather than pretending that they didn't happen, but it's hard to think about these things sometimes because I know that I have regrets about them. But what good is it for me to dwell on it? I can't go back to those happier times or change what has already happened. The only thing I can do now is to keep living my life the way I want to live it, so that I will have as few regrets as possible when it's over. I know this as well as the next person, so why is it harder for me to deal with it than it is for everyone else?
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