“The road had detours, stop signs, missed turns, hills and valleys, deep, deep tangled forests, ruts and potholes, icy patches, and spin-outs along the way.” -Jazz Feylynn
I notice that the older I get, the more reflective and contemplative I become.
Not necessarily a bad thing; but, it tends to be painful at times.
Regrets. So many of them.
It’s amazing how one’s past can ruin the future if you dwell on it for too long.
My fear is ending up a bitter old woman like my grandmother. Her own family (parents) were unfair to her and she allowed that to poison her. In turn, she lashed out on her own family (husband and children), and ended up alone and miserable in a nursing home. Her last days were tormentous I’ve been told.
No, I do NOT want to end up like her. Allowing regrets to poison my heart and soul. To end up dying all alone when I’m not truly alone.
As a child, you have such dreams and hopes for the future; only to have them tainted or crushed by various circumstances of which many were out of your control.
In life, there are many roads; almost limitless. Each road you choose to follow takes you through various types of terrains. And on occasions, you’ll come across a detour that takes you well out-of-the-way. Some detours bring unexpected joy and amazing experiences; while others only result in pain and heartache.
In the end, it is up to us to choose how we’ll react to these detours.
For many years, between the age of 21 and 44, I chose anger, resentment, and anxiousness. These served me poorly. I found no peace in them; just this growing misery that slowly ate away my heart and soul.
I got so tired of feeling negative about everything. I longed for peace, and calmness. I desired to use the various experiences in my life to help others. To let them know that there is more to life than misery. That there is beauty, and hope. All that’s required is faith, and never stop believing in dreams.
“Embrace the detours for they are the keys to discovering yourself.” -unknown author