Coulda, Shoulda, Woulda.
Three words that are of no use to anyone, least of all the person uttering them. A waste of time, energy and breath. The only purpose crying over spilt milk serves is to make us feel worse about something we’re already feeling pretty terrible about.
What I could, should or would have done would have probably altered the course of my life in some small or large way, which would mean I wouldn’t have the life I do today…and the details of my life are important. Life is in the details; they’re what make each day different from the last. They’re what make memories. Memories of springs and autumns. Of cold cold winters and the time you thought the snow would never thaw. My life wouldn’t be complete without all its freckles and pimples just so.
Pimples. Angry red blemishes that are universally considered ugly. Often thought to be brought upon by chocolate, fried food, hormones or just bad luck. Watch your diet and you can largely control them. Ummm….sure, but life without chocolate??
Freckles. Tiny brown spots that can be either endearing or unappealing, depending on the eyes of the beholder. Either way, they wouldn’t exist without prolonged exposure to the sun; and the quest for shade would render them moot. No freckles, no opportunity to find out whether you find them endearing or unappealing.
Take the leap.
And if you don’t land where you hoped to, here’s another word that should join the three big useless ones. Regret.
What I could, should or would have done would have probably altered the course of my life in some small or large way, which would mean I wouldn’t have the life I do today…and the details of my life are important. Life is in the details; they’re what make each day different from the last. They’re what make memories. Memories of springs and autumns. Of cold cold winters and the time you thought the snow would never thaw. My life wouldn’t be complete without all its freckles and pimples just so.
Pimples. Angry red blemishes that are universally considered ugly. Often thought to be brought upon by chocolate, fried food, hormones or just bad luck. Watch your diet and you can largely control them. Ummm….sure, but life without chocolate??
Freckles. Tiny brown spots that can be either endearing or unappealing, depending on the eyes of the beholder. Either way, they wouldn’t exist without prolonged exposure to the sun; and the quest for shade would render them moot. No freckles, no opportunity to find out whether you find them endearing or unappealing.
Take the leap.
And if you don’t land where you hoped to, here’s another word that should join the three big useless ones. Regret.
posted by Mojo | 4:50 AM
6 Comments:
Memories of spring and of autumn are what keeps me going. Memories of someone who makes our life nostalgic with mere presence, is what most of us have. Memories can be more than just remembering; all one has to do is strive.
I have always seen that quality in you and as a matter of fact have liked you for that. Take the plunge and you'll see that you have what you wanted. How can you not know when I know for sure.
Agreed! Let's cut the triggers of negative energy out of our lives, once and for all. There should be less waste that way. In addition, this should also apply to the waist.
When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us.
Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
AGB
Thats like you, sweets
missed u!
Don’t stop believing! Don’t stop writing!
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Hey there! Thanks for leaving comments on my blog! How did you find it?
I am still a little mystified by the comment you left on I fly tonight, "Touch and Go". Aside from being thoroughly ambiguous. Would love it if you could elaborate.
ALso, I find your writing very insightful and very interesting. Well done. Keep it going!
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