We only have so much time while we are here.
One of the biggest lessons I have learned is that sometimes you are going to have unfinished stories.
You’re never going to know exactly how everything works out.
I can accept that.
But there are some stories that I could have been part of. That I could have seen play out. That I wish I had written more of.
Those are the stories that haunt me. The ones I regret.
I wish I had learned better discernment earlier in life.
I wish had learned to not simply let stuff go, because I assumed it was lost.
I wish I had learned to not simply hold onto stuff, because I was scared of being alone.
I wish I had learned this earlier in life, so that I wasn’t still chasing the endings for unfinished stories, but rather living out those stories instead.








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