I wish I could remember who said it, that life is steeped with the heaviness of regret, and infused with the matters of yesteryear.

Perhaps, I’ve liberally cobbled together the thoughts of more than a few, though – I have to say;

I don’t fully agree.

Yes, perhaps regret may visit heavily for some – though, for others, it is quite nearly non-existent.

My loves, how can that be? Is it a matter of preference or perception? Do we not yet know the duality of our existence?

Philosopher Alexandre Dumas once speculated that there is neither happiness, nor grief – rather simply the comparison between the two states. Meaning, our lives are defined by the variance – and he who has felt the pains of grief, shall likewise know an endless joy.

So, why then do we become so fixated on a single point? When we already know that the transition is imminent?

And, likewise – what defines this space between the two? Is it our life experience or a captured hope?

“Live, then, and be happy, beloved children of my heart,” he writes. “And never forget, that until the day God will deign to reveal the future to man, all human wisdom is contained in these two words, ‘Wait and Hope.'”

Oh, yes indeed – that we might find patience enough to allow this course is life to be revealed.

And, recognizing – that everything we ever were and could potentially be is created within that space in between.

In peace…

Namaste ❤️