I find myself struggling more and more with decisions in my life. I thought as we got older it was supposed to
be easier not harder. It seems the older
I get though the more I have to account to myself for my actions. Regrets?
Yes I have many. I had hoped not
to have any in my life but I suppose that would be an impossible task for
anyone. We are all human; at least I
assume that we are. I have been taught
all my life that it’s not a good thing for one to feel sorry for one’s self;
however, sometimes I feel as if I’ve pitied myself my entire life. I have never felt normal or as if I truly belonged
and I have often wondered if that is a common feeling. Human beings are so judgmental on everything. This is perhaps why I feel so much more at
ease with the animals in my life.
Animals don’t judge us. They
simply accept us for who we are and as they become a part of our daily lives
they trust us to watch out for them and be there. It’s not that I don’t feel loved. I know there are people in my life who love
me very much. I know there are friends
that accept me, but as much as they say it’s not an unconditional
acceptance. I’m not sure there can be
such a thing between family and friends. I mean as much as you love someone they can do
things that cause you to have to move on and move forward for self-preservations
sake. That isn’t always an easy thing and
I’m not sure if it hurts the one being left or the one doing the leaving
more. I’ve heard it said that time is
fleeting and that it can heal all wounds.
I’ve actually seen where people have written that it’s a fact that it
does. I don’t think I shall live long
enough nor have enough time for some wounds to heal though. They go back to days of youth and I am no
longer young. I’m not saying that I’m
old, though some days I feel ancient, but I am saying that youth has passed me
by without even so much as a pause, a wink or a nod. I have watched as the parents I’ve known all
my life have slowly succumbed to the aging process somewhat early for people
these days. My mother trapped in her
body but still with a mind that wants to be sharp and vibrant and my father to
his own demons of aging and probable regrets. I’ve always been drawn to being a care taker
of people in my life. I actually enjoy
taking care of people I love. A care
taker is not an easy roll though and often it’s a thankless job. I’ve lived
next door to my parents for going on fifteen years now. It seems like yesterday. I have thought often of fixing up my
apartment and getting a care taker to live there and take care of them. I thought I was stronger but it’s not easy to
have my own struggles and be so close as to see the daily life being drained
from those you love. I also have a need
to find a way to forgive myself and to forgive those in my life who I have felt
have let me down or wronged me. Too many
wasted years of wondering why the closeness of family I felt in youth has
slipped away. I remember family
gatherings. I remember days and days of
sitting on porches and listening to stories or on patios talking with the
neighbors. No one does that anymore. People are too busy working to make money for
more things. Things can’t possibly be of
comfort to them in the endless lonely nights.
They are caught up in the dramas and in worlds where the only person
that seems to count anymore is one’s self.
I can’t say that I’m guiltless in this.
I need to make more time for friends and family that is deserving of
such. I am getting healthier now and I
know longer have my issues to hold me back that I did for a couple of
years. I do have the endless hours of
working though that I have done to try to pay off all the cost that was
associated with them. I’m hoping the New
Year will be a good one and one of reflection.
I’m hoping to read books to help myself.
I’m hoping to find my inner strength and my inner peace and to get some
new direction. Yes there are many cross
roads in life. I’ve known more than my
fair share of these roads. Of all the
uncertainties in life I have no doubt that I am certain I will come across many
more of these roads as I travel through life’s journey. Yes there are many cross roads in life. That is what gives us the ability to choose
our own paths. They are the doorways to
forgiveness and the pathway to change.
If one doesn’t like the path they are on there is always another one
directly ahead. So here is to the upcoming
year of 2015 and to the crossroads of life.
2 comments:
I will always love you. Though we do not chat or hang together, I know if I needed you,( graduation cakes, divorces) you would console me with your wisdom. I would try to do the same for you.
Love you Kelli.
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