Time to Regret by Anonymous (page

Time to Regret

By Anonymous

When I was fourteen my grandmother died, and when I was fifteen I saw where she was buried. Two moments in time. Had I been born in the same time as her I'd be gone by now too, and there's nothing obvious about it either. It's hard to take a breather and recognize your own failure sometimes—your own failure to recognize the brevity in which you live. This brevity, this life, this time is so finite. Precious. And, if you ever even begin to consider what might be possible to experience if you weren't so finite yourself, you'd feel like I did. You might feel like I do when I think about my grandmother. Buried, not gone: a difficult reality to face. It is ironic how many living words we use to describe death: 'up above' , 'passed away' , 'in a better place' . What a beautiful error, that we are friends with this time that ages us. I think on this a lot, because to me it's as significant as anything else. So hopeless to experience life and wonder, "how will all this be when I'm gone?" . This regret is so shamelessly unaware.

This passing day, the life of your flesh, present nor past tangible. Making up a great colony of dreamers, believers, hopers, betters.

Ever wishing to God or the universe or no one in particular that tomorrow will be better than yesterday. While it is true that we are moving forward and that we are building towards something, what that 'something' is has become an unfortunate inside joke. At this point, we have only humor.

I gather you here to reflect on your pain. Even if you are hopeful, consider your sorrows. If there is something in your life that you wish had gone differently, I invite you to share so that the thought can be let go. For those of you who would turn back time to rethink a conversation, or to be more honest, or to enjoy one last lucid moment with a loved one, I'm sorry. Loss is a terrible thing, and in a more proper manner condolences are in order. Yet, as we are now, regret won't help anymore. There never was any time to regret.

Having nothing besides time, Being time is Time moving on.