Of regrets and undone priorities

I once (as a little girl) read a sad piece from a book, "If I Had My Child to Raise Over Again" by Chief Dan George or by Diana Loomans. Am not exactly sure who wrote it. But the piece was special...gives a detailed account of a parent's regrets.

It read in part.... "... If I had my child to raise over again, I'd finger paint more, and point the finger less. I'd do less correcting, and more connecting. I'd take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes. I would care to know less, and know to care more...." And it goes on and on....

Do you sometimes look back at years passed and regret things not done?...look back at lost years and be like, "God, where did my youth go to?" or "What the heck did I do with my life?"

I think that statement hits many of us once in a while. Does it ever hit you how time flies when we totally do nothing? I thank whoever wrote that piece. For from it, I learnt to set small goals and achieve them. Most importantly, I learnt to connect more with my little daughter. So from it, I decided never to ever look back and regret things I had control over. Special times with my sister, that hug/cuddle she now wants, special moments with a lover..the sorry he now needs, special moments with a parent..the assurance of hope he longs for, special moments with a child, a little smile, a little care, most things that are free...we find ourselves taking them for granted

Dont wait, why wait? So that you just dont look back and say, "I wish I had done more. I wish I had loved him a bit more". Yeah, before the candle of life flickers on that special person thats always beside you, but are too busy to realize..Someone was once quoted as saying, "I dont regret the things I have done. I just regret the things I didnt do when I had the chance."

Dont regret...live and learn...then let live!

Have a good one..will ya

Comments

voxpopuli said…

Hmmm
nice perspective on the matter.
good one

7 March 2014 at 06:48

carol gatonye said…

Thank you..;)

9 March 2014 at 23:49

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