I spent the first 30-something years of my life regretting my entrapment. Regretting my situation. Why do I have strange zealot parents? Why am I not drawn to this God? Why do I desire girls? Why do the moon and trees and animals feed my spirit instead of the spiritual path my family would choose for me?
Life is short and time is precious.
Regret nothing. Love is beautiful and connections are unique.
Regret nothing – account and make new agreements to move thru and past issues. Wallowing helps no one.
Regret nothing. Live with zest instead of zeal.
Life, love, and the pursuit of happiness.
It is all learning opportunities.
Categories: Roaming My Ruminations
Tags: acceptance, regret
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