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.