There are days when I wonder why I didn’t do more.
They say, in the end, you are more likely to regret the things you didn’t do, than the things you did.
Travel, adventure, taking chances…all the things you dream of when you’re young (while you haven’t yet stepped out into the world on your own).
I think about this, and wonder what I could’ve been…where I could’ve gone…how things might have been different.
We make decisions in our lives that prove to be stepping-stones to the next place.
Choices made…changed plans. We pave a way that we will go…and go, we do.
Sometimes to fortune, wealth, ease in living. Other times to struggle, hardships, back-breaking work.
Could one tiny misstep have changed it all? Would one little flip of hair, or quick turn the other way, made all the difference?
Who knows, but God?
My only wish, is that the person within, would stop the taunting…the questioning…the “what ifs”…and let me be.
Let me live my life…this crooked, stoney path I’ve chosen…and let me see, the shimmering gold, and the slivers of diamond, scattered among the stones.
Remove this dark veil of second guessing from my eyes…and just let me see.