There is a line in The Tempest that reads let us not burden our remembrance with a heaviness that's gone. Man, Shakespeare had it figured out didn't he? Regrets really are exasperating; they selfishly hold us back and stop us from moving forward as shinier versions of ourselves. They can drive their sharp little spikes into our minds and set up camp when all we want to do is throw them to the wind and just forget about them. Letting them go isn't easy though is it? It's probably the hardest part -- the shoulda, woulda, coulda that wreck havoc and spiral through your mind? They are hard buddies to part with.
I read an article recently about a yoga teacher who told his class the number one regret of people in hospice care is that they didn’t love enough and I was like I hear you boyfriend. It goes along nicely with my theory about the importance of placing your focus not on the material things in your life but on love. Simple, simple love. I wrote about how this year I am going to shed the non-essential material things that surround me and instead focus my time, my attention on those people and things that bring light and love into my life. I realise that at the same time I should also be extremely grateful of every decision, every damn regret which has led me to where I'm standing today. Because the grand total of those? They equal the now, and the now is looking pretty bloody exciting from where I'm standing.