Hindsight doesn’t help. Consider how we masquerade such a human betrayal of emotion. To constantly look behind at the choices already made and the decisions already done. How terribly self indulgent and annoyingly human.
Does a tree ever regret where their seeds lay, or, is the importance to thrive wherever it rests based on a desire to succeed rather than in retrospective spite of geography?
The ripples are already on their way to the shore, casting another pebble only solves to increase the disturbance rather than resolve it. Eventually, the water returns to its glassy, still state yet, underneath, the carefully contoured choreography remains changed.
To live historically is no way to be. It merely breeds contempt for ourselves which is turn festers and opens larger wounds from which we perhaps cannot move forward from. Billy Wilder, film maker and writer among his many talents, announced that hindsight was, ‘always 20/20’ but I don’t even think it is that basic. He also said, ‘trust your instinct’ but since when do we ever instinctively look backward? Only when we have a balanced non attachment to self can we ever say with any amount of conviction that 20/20 exists. Emotion is the predominant catalyst for working retrospectively. Self judging and constant questioning followed by a bitter sting of regret as we utter the immortal words ‘if only I...’
Bitterness has no place here. In its wake should stand reflection and resolution. There are a myriad things I would have done differently, would that I could allow myself the luxury of self loathing. However, in all things being equal, I would not be where I am today but for the experiences I have had a dalliance with.
Does a tree ever regret where their seeds lay, or, is the importance to thrive wherever it rests based on a desire to succeed rather than in retrospective spite of geography?
The ripples are already on their way to the shore, casting another pebble only solves to increase the disturbance rather than resolve it. Eventually, the water returns to its glassy, still state yet, underneath, the carefully contoured choreography remains changed.
To live historically is no way to be. It merely breeds contempt for ourselves which is turn festers and opens larger wounds from which we perhaps cannot move forward from. Billy Wilder, film maker and writer among his many talents, announced that hindsight was, ‘always 20/20’ but I don’t even think it is that basic. He also said, ‘trust your instinct’ but since when do we ever instinctively look backward? Only when we have a balanced non attachment to self can we ever say with any amount of conviction that 20/20 exists. Emotion is the predominant catalyst for working retrospectively. Self judging and constant questioning followed by a bitter sting of regret as we utter the immortal words ‘if only I...’
Bitterness has no place here. In its wake should stand reflection and resolution. There are a myriad things I would have done differently, would that I could allow myself the luxury of self loathing. However, in all things being equal, I would not be where I am today but for the experiences I have had a dalliance with.