This quote is more often true than not. I live with some regrets. I think I have moved beyond them and then they raise up from the darkened corners of my memories and I realize what a strangle-hold some still have on me. There are many wedged in between the years of my life.
I look at this feather and ponder if a bird ever sat on a tree limb and thought, 'damn I lost another feather.' I can see the wisdom of not living in regret; letting those little bits of this n that drift away on the current of the wind. I find that I still identify with some of them and gather them and tuck them away to haunt me another day.
lost another feather, good one :)
ReplyDeleteI quit counting the new gray hairs and wrinkles after tornado. Now that kind of stress and regret really adds up as you know full well battling cancer.
DeleteI have some serious regrets too but each time they raise up again they are a tidbit softer than before. Some even seems to transform slowly into ordinary memories.
ReplyDeleteThey grow softer or my memory grows dimmer. I laugh at some of them, and others still have a tight grip.
DeleteThat feather reminds me of a scene at the beginning and end of Forest Gump, someone who was the perfect example of not being self-conscious. :)
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