What if this was the last day I saw?
Did I spend it well?
Did I accomplish much?
Did my actions provide a fond farewell? Continue reading
What if this was the last day I saw?
Did I spend it well?
Did I accomplish much?
Did my actions provide a fond farewell? Continue reading
The other night I had a pretty vivid dream about an old friend. We haven’t seen each other in a couple of years and apparently the separation weighs on my subconscious. I woke up and thought maybe I could share the experience but make it more universal by making it about a romantic relationship instead of friendship. Continue reading
I saw you there,
for just a moment,
before I passed.
You stood by your camper
in the middle of camp
giving instructions
to your family campers.
And for an instant,
a flash,
a thought –
I wonder,
I wonder if
that would have been me
standing by my camper
in the middle of camp
giving instructions
to my family campers.
For just a moment,
I thought I saw
a glimpse
a small peek
into what my life
would have been like
if I would have said
yes
twenty some years ago.
Would I,
could I have been
standing by my camper
in the middle of camp
giving instructions
to my family campers?
But the thought wisped away
like smoke from a dying fire.
If I had said yes,
I reminded myself,
twenty years ago
I probably would still not be
standing by my camper
in the middle of camp
giving instructions
to my family campers.
I would still be alone
driving down this road
because there was no
hesitation twenty years ago
behind the decline –
so why should there be
hesitation now?
I am in the right place.
Oh yeah.
Sometimes I forget
and I long for the day
I’m standing by my camper
in the middle of camp
giving instructions
to my family campers.
© 2014 ck’s days
I saw you sitting there
and it just ain’t fair.
The museum must have lost a piece of art
when you walked out and stole my heart.
So…
I should walk right over
It would start our forever
We could be together
I just bet.
Instead I have this regret –
I shoulda,
woulda,
coulda…
but didn’t.
© 2013 ck’s days
A day after her 18th birthday
she decided she had to get away –
she couldn’t ignore the dreams anymore.
So she taped a note to the door
and it said –
If you allow it, there is no
physician’s touch that can heal
like time –
Unless the wound is infected
with that poisonous toxin
regret.
So, how you choose to fill your days
will determine your state
of mind –
Will you let time mend old hurts
or will you cling to all that
past debt?
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When younger, I can remember,
Playing outside in the summer.
Climbing trees, running through the hose,
Fighting imaginary foes.
“No regrets!” that’s the naive mantra of youth. At one time in my life, more than a decade ago, it was my motto, also. To live a life with no regret is synonymous with living life to the fullest and always making the right choice. Or, at least, being content with the decisions you make. Regret means to “feel sorry for something” (Word dictionary). The ingenuous of youth looks at this definition and thinks, “It’s wrong to feel sorrow.”
To live a life with no regrets is only possible in one of two ways:
One, you always make the right choice. You never, ever make a wrong decision. This is technically impossible. You will make the wrong choice from time to time. If you’re foolhardy enough to never second guess yourself, well, bully for you! But that doesn’t mean you choose wisely in every decision that you make.
Two, you never learn better. You remain locked in a state of immaturity that never lets you gain wisdom. I wish there was a better way to learn than by trial and error. But sometimes, there isn’t. Some things you do will work. Some won’t. It’s a part of life. But to never regret or feel sorrow for making a wrong decision, that implies a prideful will too stubborn to see error. Personally, I don’t want to be that kind of person.
I am going to continue to make mistakes. Some I will recognize instantly and others other time. In both cases I may feel the pangs of regret. But that’s okay because it shows I’m growing and getting wiser. The youth can keep their infallibility and boldly declare, “No regrets!” As for me, I prefer the wisdom that comes from penitence.