If I sat down, pen and paper in hand, detailing all of the moronic things I’ve done in this life, I wouldn’t be able to stop writing. My hand would get cramped. I’d need to take frequent breaks. No one said being human and fallible was easy.
I’ve spoken with a few friends recently, who wish they could change the past. I’ve wished that, too. Maybe it was something I had said, or didn’t say. An action on my part, or not understanding a situation fully. Today I am full of answers, but tomorrow may be different. It’s just the way it goes. What I do know, is this:
You can’t change the past. I am sure scientists are trying to devise ways to time travel, but until they do, what’s done is done. And really, if you had the opportunity to go back and change what was written, would you? Usually it’s those profoundly idiotic moments that teach us a thing or two, about a thing or two.
Since you can’t re-write history, work on your future. What can you do, to ensure you won’t repeat the same mistakes, or fall back into the destructive patterns? I sometimes feel as though those moments of falling on your face are handed to us as gifts. What will you do with it?
Let it go. Stop re-living it. Chances are, most people have already moved on, and so should you.
And for those who haven’t moved on, who cares? That’s a burden they are choosing to carry.
This is all a work in progress, for every single person…
so get up.
Today is a new day……