Would I Regret...

Current mood: contemplative

Category: Life

My thoughts have been consumed by an expression I read from a blog posted on Postsecret.com entitled, “Confessions on Life, Death and God.” These are the words I cannot shake from my mind…

     “If I died today, would there be anything you wish you had said to me?”

This topic is a double-edged sword; what have we needed to hear,
and not heard, and what have we failed to say to those around us?
I cannot speak for another person, nor can I beg for the words
and gestures I desperately long to receive from those I am surrounded by.
The only dynamic I have control over is what I do and say.

This last revelation has me questioning so many aspects of my daily walk.
The oppressive heaviness these thoughts embody press upon my heart this day.
If I died today, what would I regret not taking the time to do or say?

Would I regret…
Not chasing butterflies, while they
continued dancing just outside of my reach?
Not uttering the “sorries” of today and
yesterday, which were so long overdue?
Neglecting to pick up the phone or keep
in touch with someone I once held so dear?
Not kissing a loved one, giving them my whole
ear, or just holding them close to me once more?
Not discovering where I should have been going,
as I stumbled along the path I was on?
Neglecting to develop the right relationships,
because all of my energy went into the wrong ones?
Not keeping a good attitude during a recent
conversation that ran over into my slumber hours?
Not saying, “I love you or care about you,”
throughout the day, to those that deserve to hear it?
Neglecting to keep my heart soft in order to revere
my beloved’s remorse or acts of endearment?
Not helping my child with homework, or teaching
my youngest how to master riding her bike?
Not caring about certain people’s crumbling world,
because my biased views tarnish their pain?
Neglecting to speak life into someone downtrodden,
due to his offensive behavior toward me?
Not seeing my efforts were wasted in unwanted areas,
while they were desired elsewhere?
Not supporting another person’s view, simply
to avoid exposing my own mind for scrutiny?
Neglecting to make communication the key,
instead of pondering the motives of another?

So here is my quick list, the ramblings of my mind. There’s no rhyme or reason, no formed pattern or elegance; just my troubled and heartfelt thoughts upon a page sprawled…