A life of regret

I heard a song about the value of time, and looking back on life with only regret.  The old guy in the song is talking to a younger guy, telling him all about his regrets in life, because he didn’t take time.

Time for his family, time for his friends, time for a smile, time for a hug. His advice was to slow down, and enjoy what you have each day, because before you know it… it will be gone.

I know that time goes by quickly.  Every day it seems to go by just a little bit faster.  I’m not sure how that happens, but it does!

And, I guess we will all end up with a few regrets at the end of our life.  I know I have a few, and there will probably be a few more as my life goes on.

Of course there will be things in this life that are out of my control, that may or may not cause regret.  I realize this.

But is it necessary to live a life full of regret? I sure hope not.

So, what does the word regret mean?  I looked it up.

  • sorrw aroused by circumstances beyond one’s control or power to repair
  • an expression of distressing emotion (as sorrow)

It looks to me like I won’t be able to get though life without them.  But I think that by making good choices, I just might be able to limit the number of regrets, and maybe even eliminate a few along the way.

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And that’s what I want.

I want to smile, and enjoy the moments of every day, and hopefully not end up like that old guy in the song!

Don’t shut your eyes tight

We were sitting at the kitchen table playing with the play doh. She was making ” spaghetti and meatballs” and he was making “solid shapes”.

I grabbed a chunk of the play doh and started mashing and squeezing it through my hands. Transported back in time at the smell of the fresh new play doh.

Then I just listened.  I listened to the happy chatter of our 4 yr old granddaughter and 6 yr old grandson, as they talked about their lives!

And as I listen, I find out that the life of a 4-year-old in preschool includes taking a nap, and she is not real fond of this requirement.  It is in fact, a very traumatic event in this little girl’s life.

So apparently her big brother has come to her rescue, and has been giving her some advice on the matter.

“Did you do what I told you to do?” he asks?   “When it’s time to take a nap, you just lay down, but you don’t shut your eyes tight, just squeeze them almost all the way closed, and it will look like you’re asleep, but you can still see everything that is going on!”

Sounds like good solid “big brother” advice to me!  I ask him if that is what he did when he was in preschool.

“Yes! One time when my dad came to pick me up, he thought I was sleeping, but I could see everything”.

“Do you think your dad ever found out that you weren’t  really asleep?”   He assured me that his dad never found out.

Ahh…the “innocence” of youth!  Or is it?