No Regrats. Not Even A Letter.
There are times in life when you have to search hard and high for a good laugh.
And, then, glory be to the highest, there are those clips where you just happen to be at the right time and place to take it all in and you breathlessly find yourself hysterically laughing to the very heart, mind, body, and spirit whereas each have longed for such moment.
No ragrets. Like, not even a single letter.
The message doesn’t have to be long. Just clear enough to connect with you where you can say to yourself, “L to the O to the L!”
While perhaps, like any message meant for the receiver, others have their own interpretation, that particular scene conveyed itself to me in this manner:
Your 100% certainty may very well not be 100% correct after all. In fact, there are those wise enough to not say until you figure it out for yourself.
Pointing out your error to you right now doesn’t change the “a” instead of “e” you proudly wear.
You might as well walk around with your chest out and head held high thinking everyone is looking at you with the same feeling you had when you got tattered.
If intentionally done, that would be some boldness in the underlying message, for sure.
And, if not, the intent of the message was surely still there.
The irony may just well be the unintended error (as here, the misspell) actually created a much stronger message than had all been plainly put and delivered right.
Ragrets. Regrets. You know what he was trying to say.
And yet, the error suggests the very point to a much deeper level. Yes?
I mean, like, not even a single letter.
No way. (Insert humble but confident chortle here.) Not me. (Haha!)
It is better, at times, to say you are without than with something, I believe, in such case as this one.
I mean, if you are walking around with a word misspelled on you that is the very statement you are trying to make with your chest out and chin up, add a smile and an at-ease attitude, the bliss of what others could perhaps refer to as pure ignorance could actually present itself as one to highly envy.
Yes?
The innocence of a child who sees the world as harmless and full of joy. The good in us would not want to be the one to destroy such just and fair perception.
After all, up until we stumble upon something that awakens our truth of deception and darkness, had we not danced in such luminance at first?
While at some point, the child must become aware of real truth and continue to seek more of what there is to unravel, is being in blissful innocence wrong?
Mindset over matter at its finest.
What can be wrong to live without regret?
Is not regret such a strong word to be used most sparingly, after all?
Should it be okay to jump to the very conclusion of having regret at the moment of despair, disappointment, or discouragement?
Suggesting to have regretted something implies the very notion that you wish something never happened or occurred.
Is coming to find an error or flaw same as regret, therefore?
How does one become now, careful in their walks, if not having stumbled?
How does one prevent an error to recur if not first recognizing something to be of an error at all?
How does one know which exits or roads to not take had they not known at first it led them to a wrong turn or waste of time?
My husband recently asked me what would I change in looking back.
At first, I honestly didn’t have one.
A realist in this case, I recognize the euphemism in the suggestion “change” and so, I’m terrible at playing this game.
If, without control, then, why bother with time in discussing what my thoughts are already forecasting will end with, ‘Yep. Too bad we can’t change that.’ ?
(Like I said, I’m terrible at playing this game.)
And, then, because after being married to my dearest husband for over three decades now and absolutely knowing how much he loves playing these, “But, what if?” games, one thing popped into mind when I dug deep- to have put more lotion on my stomach all the five times of pregnancy. L to the O to the L.
That’s truly all I could think of.
I once told a friend that if my stretch marks went away, I would walk into church with just a bikini on. She chuckled, of course.
The biggest laugh would be when the Man actually calls me out on that statement.
(Careful, one must. -Yoda)
I used to joke that all the rivers of the world are on my stomach; that I have Earth’s water lines marked on me.
My husband calls them, beauty marks. (He’s a keeper. That one.)
Though lighter and with my perseverance to prove to myself that the now, light lines, although numerous, will altogether, go away, I so far see you can’t change what has been done.
Perhaps this is why I had nothing else.
Even running backward does not erase your tracks or the steps taken.
All there is in control to do is have the mindset to see things as is. Move forward, better and wiser.
My newest saying now is just to- Own it.
Accept it as is and do something about it if you don’t like it. Just don’t let it own you.
I believe my stretch marks are there to set examples as to what to do or not to do for others.
I also believe if I had truly cared to prevent them, by child number two, I would have done exactly so.
I write reflectively in truth because I strongly feel that someone in my bloodline will need to know ahead of time and so, why not see one’s journey already walked when given that chance?
If one thought or wonder could be answered by even one of my entries of my now, many, saving my grandchildren and then, their children and grandchildren from heartache or pain- this is a win, win.
A win for my lineage. A win surely for me.
This makes me smile.
It won’t matter that I will not have met those who will have gotten something to strengthen them.
It won’t matter that I will have not met those who will have taken something from what I have written or said and thus, avoided a wrong turn or path.
This, all this, makes me smile.
I cannot live a regret because my training days are, in part, for others to understand the what ifs in their world yet to become.
I know that there will be days set as examples of what not to do. Thankfully, I also know I have many days presented as examples of what to do, instead.
Moving forward is all there can be under the mindset of doing more for the next.
Wallowing over what cannot be controlled is like trying to push on a mountain.
There are just some things meant to not move but be.
The mindset can be strong and stringent, hardly anything to change its course. And, yet, there are those moments where you find yourself already moving into a different course without even knowing.
You tell yourself nothing bothers you. In truth, of course, things can bother you.
The difference may not even be in the next step you take- whether you allow the attack of the heart, mind, body, or spirit to take you down or make the instantaneous decision to keep moving ahead.
The difference may well have been already in your preparedness of the heart, mind, body, and spirit shall there be any wrong turns, actions, or words spoken.
Long, long ago, back when all you embraced was having the mind as a child, that time you learned darkness existed in this world upon light, you decided to laugh, still, upon its truth.
That power you have been given as an overcomer?
Re-joys. Rejoice. You know what He was trying to say.
