I find that as I get older I spend more time reminiscing about the past than I do talking about the present or the future. Of course for most of us as we age life slows down. We, of course, are not talking about those who have so much money that retirement affords them the luxury to travel and spend to their hearts content. We are talking about normal people, the average Joe, the buddy next door, your average middle-class or lower.
Looking back is a two-edged sword, along with the laughter, the accomplishments ( some that only you know and no one else would even care about ), the moments of pride, there are the times you’re not so proud of, the things you did or said that you wish you hadn’t, the things you didn’t do or say that you wish you would have.
At the end of the day we all wish our time on planet Earth meant something. To somebody. To anybody. Ultimately we would all want to leave a legacy so great and wonderful that someplace they erected a stature to honor us. Or even a plaque on a wall someplace. But, for most of us, we will have to be content with being just a memory in the minds of those who knew us, until they too pass, and our lives disappear from consciousness all together.
Generally speaking I don’t fixate on regrets, I don’t see the point in obsessing over something you can’t do anything about. It’s done, or not done, and you can’t go back and change it. So you reflect on the good times, the times you have fond memories of, and hope that’s what people remember.
My life, well, I was a good person, a bad person, a caring person, an unsympathetic person, a man that got things done that needed to get done, and a man who didn’t, I was all things, at different times. In the end, I think I was a good person overall, and I hope others remember me that way.
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