Good gawd these Mondays seem to get right on you. You’re recovering from the last one and–boom! Monday’s fist is in your face; forcing you to get ready to get back to the swing of the week, ready to put the dreams away for the weekday daylight hours.
And what are those dreams, friends? I’ve been looking at mine recently. I won’t pour them out here for the sake of privacy and brevity, but I’ve counted them a time or two. Life has a numbing way about it, the “routine” and all, doesn’t it? Week blends into week as Mondays stack together. Soon enough it’s time to keep the routine going and what we want to do is pushed aside.
I definitely don’t want to be that guy who sits at his desk in twenty years, wondering the “if” game. I guess some retrospection and second-guessing is unavoidable, like the gambler who sees his hand bust, wishing he had stayed at 17.
This isn’t one of those campy “go for your dreams” posts, but there comes a time when people need to take stock of what they’re pouring their efforts toward. You know? The “journey of a thousand miles begins with one step” garbage. How much closer are you (and I) to our goals? Be it weight or a book or a painting or a location, everyone needs a reminder to take an hour and read or learn a new language or do whatever.
Ok, I guess this has turned into one of those campy posts. Meh.
Goals? I’ve never been good at goals, so I just live life in the moment, with a vague longtermness about things, maybe. But then I’m also a bit of a dreamer.
I think, as long as you’re happy doing what you’re doing, you shouldn’t end up in 20 years time doing the what if game, because the what if game is fuelled by regret. Never do anything you’re going to regret.
That’s my camp motto for today. 🙂
Monday…. Does anyone ever really plan for regret? Doesn’t it just happen? Is regret a choice or something that is thrown at us in the middle of what we thought was a good idea? Maybe it kind of like Monday, eventually you know it will happen no matter what or how you try to prevent it.
No, I think regrets are entirely self made, how could you regret something if you had no choice in the matter?
Maybe it’s a lost in translation thing, for me Regret is to wish you had done something differently.