My mind wanders this morning to the deeper side of the valley where one thinks of the might have beens. Those missed opportunities. Life. People.
The wandering mind is a result of many things. The silence of a man I so wanted to know better yet his career or lack of interest prevents it even though the words at times state other wise. And that my sister is very ill which always brings home the fact of life. Where it has been. Where is it going. What may have been if. There is a big if in life…right in the middle of the word. And some of us seem to think about that if perhaps more then necessary. If we had taken this path rather then that one. If we had only taken the time to listen to that person. To have a conversation. To share a laugh maybe a dance. If only we had walked the path with them. Made the time. If only. Yet it is not until the opportunity is missed that we realize the farcical race was really not worth the distraction. That we should have taken the side step. The dance to listen to that person who may have been a huge part in our life. Who may have provided a direction and made life more worthwhile.
It is those missed opportunities I think we recall most or so it is with me. It is not about the things we can buy. It is about the depth of our life and what we share that as it flows that really matters. If only we would listen….