I often feel the paradox of time.
I find myself grieving the end of a good time; on Sunday nights, the last day of a vacation, saying goodbye to family after a visit.
I ask myself… Did I appreciate the moments while I was in them, did I soak it up?
I test myself, I let it be a challenge to make sure I always am cherishing the great moments next time.
The answer to myself ?... "Oh gosh, I don't know! What if I didn't ? But I think I did. I tried anyways. I always try to be present. I probably did the best I could, I'm satisfied with that."
Here's the catch.
In these moments of wondering if I have any lost time to regret…I'm doing it again. I'm missing something else in the present.
(Duh!)
Oy.
Keep learning.
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