Keep Regret Buried Deep
As I head toward my 75th year of life I have been thinking a lot about the “what ifs.”
What if my parents had divorced before I was born? What if my mother had not died when I was 12 but lived to be a grandmother? What if I had been born a boy and been chosen to take over my father’s general contracting company?
What if I had drowned when I was three and had toddled into the ocean, fortuitously saved by my Auntie Peg? What if I had been a straight-lace instead of a hippie? What if I had married the first love of my life, or the second or the third?
What if I had disobeyed my father and pursued a career in medicine? What if I had never smoked or experimented with LSD or survived that horrible car accident?
Where would I be today if I had not met the true love of my life and father of my children? What if I had convinced him to live in New York City instead of the quiet hills of Vermont?
What if I had not answered the ad for a Director of Operations for a new development company hoping to resurrect the Burlington Waterfront? What if I had broken my neck cliff diving or sky diving or just diving headfirst into the many abysses I threw myself into?
And there have been many. I have journeyed down the rabbit hole many times and I often wonder what would have happened if I had not found my way back.
The choices we make are fateful. The mosaic of time, space and thought brightens the fabric of our lives. That fork in the road where we determine the best path to take ultimately sets into motion the ripples of our existence. Because of these ripples our life’s course is set in motion.
We need to embrace the flow of our lives because that is what defines our destiny. Keep regret buried deep in that rabbit hole along with all of our “what ifs.” Because our moments are as they should be for no other reason than that “they are” and they will forevermore be tethered to our own personal human existence.