I’ll have no regrets when I leave this place for good.
You know, I can’t really relate with the above lyric. I have regrets. Daily! From things I could have done differently to conversations that could have gone better, even to what shoes I wore. (Obviously some regrets are bigger than others) But is that really all going to magically change when I’m on my deathbed? If so then I’m really looking forward to my deathbed! (:
As I was thinking about this, I was reminded of this quote from 13 going on 30. Near the end, Jenna asks her mom if there’s anything she would do-over. Her mom says no. And until I looked it up, I didn’t remember her reason why she didn’t want ANY do-overs. “Well, Jenna, I know I made a lot of mistakes, but I don't regret making any of them.” “How come?” “Because if I hadn't have made them I wouldn't have learned how to make things right.” I guess I’ve learned a lot from my many regrets. I just haven’t learned how to look at those lessons as more important than the original decisions. Maybe that ability improves with age. So by the time I’m on my deathbed, I’ll realize how important those mistakes were to how I formed.
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