I. Now

I do not live with regret. There are things that have happened in the past that, if revisited, I would do differently, sure. But they are gone. I’m not hung up on them.

I do not fear the future simply because it is unknown. How can I fear what I do not know? I will take it when it comes.
I am anchored in the ongoing revelation of my senses. Reacting to both stimuli and circumstance. Living as we do in a personal context.

I am not satisfied with everything, because satisfaction provokes a casual, indolent attitude towards life.

But I’m accepting.

There is nothing, neither in front nor behind of me, that takes me away from this very moment. This ever renewing gift.

I am made up of experiences that occurred over the course of my life, but I do not chart significant events on a linear line. I just go on.

I need not glance back.

Perhaps my finest hour is yet to come.

Perhaps.

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8 thoughts on “I. Now

  1. I think that is a great way to look at life, especially as you model that before your young children. It also keeps you from getting an ulcer. 🙂
    I need to be more accepting, especially in the face of life’s challenges. I tend to complain!

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  2. This post is of impeccable timing, for me at least! Just this past week I’ve been trying to somehow alleviate my mind from regret.. it has been troubling me a great deal; your attitude is one I strive for. ‘Accepting’.
    Thank you for this one. 🙂

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    • I know it’s difficult, we turn over and over moments that are dead and unmalleable. Try to breathe life into decaying images by picturing alternatives, and then trying to imagine new paths that would run from our different choices like fault lines. Seeing where they would take us.
      But those moments remain behind a mirror. Impervious and frozen. Rather we should turn from them to these living, fertile moments. Accepting who we are and what we have done. Maybe unable to undo, but now to live informed. You think?

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      • Yes… you put it -always- so explicitly refined. I try to fill my head with the phrases like ‘don’t regret what you do, regret what you don’t do’ alongside believing somehow that this experience or lesson was and may prove to be otherwise invaluable and I often tease myself with the idea of fate..
        It all works well for some length of time!

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      • Ah fate 🙂 Fate, pre-destiny, the things that are meant to be. People wrestle with these ideas their whole lives. I am not sceptical-far from it. I believe there is another element to life, a hidden element, a spiritual element, if you like. But I have no answers.
        Whether we hold this view, or whether we are of a more materialistic, life-is-what-you-see disposition, I think we can all agree that life is an experience and we learn along the way. We take with us both the good things and the bad things that happened in the past in the way that they have shaped us. That is the context that
        I speak of. We are made up of experience and circumstance.
        I would say we are here to love and to learn. Anything else is far too ugly.

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  3. Wonderful post, Andy. I am older than you are and, as everyone in Western world now knows, entering the grandmother stage of life. I would rather go forward with an idea or project that is a complete failure than to be paralyzed with the fear of taking a risk. I too would do some things differently now, but I couldn’t have done them differently back then because I didn’t know how. We only gain experience and maturity by getting out there and trying. Congratulations on your healthy perspective.

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