Where did I go wrong?
Perhaps, I didn’t. Maybe the road was just a little bit different than I imagined.
Do I have any regrets? I don’t know. I would like to say I don’t, but I just don’t know. Only time will tell, I suppose. Time will be the final judge. It will be the trial to which my life experience is subjected. I cannot yet say if I have any regrets, for it is too soon to tell. It is entirely possible that one event that at the time of its occurrence may have seemed unfortunate, but ultimately in the end served a greater purpose.
I wish I could tell the future. But that would take all the fun out of the journey. After all, is it not the journey that matters? When one reaches the end all that can be said is that they did it, they arrived. When responding to the question of how they got there is when the story is told. It is in the journey where the legend unfolds.
So much has yet to be seen, to be discovered, to be determined. But are things really ever determined? Is there an end all be all answer? Can things not change? The world changes, people change, hearts change. It has been said that change is one of the few constants in the universe, so why do we resist it? Why do we not just embrace it and go with it. Why do we not allow it to just happen? Oh, but we do. Don’t we? Sometimes we even force it to happen. We force it against the flow.
So what is good and bad? If we desire change does it mean the current state of affairs is bad? Or do we just desire something different? Do we ever wish to change good things? Do we know what we want? Are we just on a journey to discover, to grow, and to learn with hopes that in the end things will work out favorably? What if they don’t? Do we then fail or has the journey itself been enough to justify success?