The future is something that everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes in an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.C.S. Lewis
Our house is filled with clocks. Antiques, new, big, small, on walls, shelves and chests, time ticks away. No room is without a timepiece. A never ceasing reminder that we cannot pause the hours, the days, the years, as they speed by. Neither can we reverse what’s past.
Some of my biggest regrets, as I become older, are things left unsaid to whose now gone. If only I had let them know how much I cared. Asked questions, tried to understand how they got to where they were. There is no opportunity to text, email, call or write. The time for conversation is over.
We all have a fair amount of could have, would have, should have, in our lives. Somethings we can still change. Others are beyond repair. I try, these days, to minimize my regrets. Whatever can still be done, to do it. For those things that are beyond repair, to let them go.