She looks back at what has transpired these past few months, then years, then decades; a bunch of miscalculations. She ponders for a moment, taking in the sea breeze, the scent of her husbands pillow, the sweet little hand that caresses her face in the middle of the night; no, there were no mistakes. It is all as it should be.
She has never been one to look at her memories with compunction, for if she had done different her life now would be altered. Every choice made, every action taken, has led to her current existence. Regret is a word for those who do not learn from their past; in her life it is a waste of time. Previous actions and their consequences should be absorbed into the mind to ensure we do not touch the hot stove again, enable us to jump off the edge into the unknown with exhilaration, guarantee we love life without fear; live.
Life is a quagmire, a big swamp of apologies, thank yous, tears, smiles; it is all part of presence. She chooses to only go back in time to use the lesson in what is to come, not to wallow about what could have been.
In response to Daily Post “Go back in time to an event you think could have played out differently for you. Let alternate history have its moment: tell us what could, would or should have happened?”