“Once you start recognizing the truth of your story, finish the story. It happened but you’re still here, you’re still capable, powerful, you’re not your circumstance. It happened and you made it through. You’re still fully equipped with every single tool you need to fulfill your purpose.” ― Steve Maraboli
Here I am again, waiting for the sunset to come. There is something about the sunset with its vibrant splash of colors that draws me closer to life, that reminds me to pause for a while, and take life one day at a time.
I watched intently as the sun made its slow descent down the horizon. How amazing it is to see the “sun sharing its magnificence while slowly taking time to rest…reminding us that there is beauty even in endings (angelcyanith).”
What a beautiful sight to end a long day!
I loosened the laces of my running shoes, straightened out my legs, and opened the notebook that has been sitting on my lap. As I skimmed through the words written on the first few pages, I was brought to a realization that was made even clearer by the soothing sound of waves trying to reach me above the breakwater.
There were numerous things I wish I have done; there were countless things I wish I did not do.
There were words I wish I have boldly spoken and there were words I wish have kept in silence.
There were feelings I wish have expressed and there were feelings I wish have just ignored or held back.
There were people I wish I have not known and there were people I wish I have valued more ― the branches of my life.
There were life-changing lessons I wish I have learned well and there were painful realities I wish I have understood and accepted earlier in life.
There were places I wish I could no longer remember and there were places I wish I have never been to.
There were opportunities I wish I have seized with a braver heart and there were challenges I wish I have faced with a tougher mind.
There were dreams I wish I have not surrendered to fears and there were possibilities I wish I could have achieved if only I fought a little harder.
There were bridges I wish I burned immediately after the first time I mistakenly crossed them, and there were less attractive bridges I wish I have chosen to cross because they would lead me to more delightful life experiences.
There were journeys I wish I have finished well and there were journeys I wish I have never started.
There were decisions I wish I was smart enough to not let my heart decide on and there were choices I wish I made more wisely that could have put me in a better position today.
This is my life story ― full of regrets.
It has been twenty-nine years today since hope was first seen through my innocent eyes. It is the same hope that kept this life story keeping on, holding on.
But sometimes, it is hard to hope.
Several times, my heart and faith failed. My soul became troubled and weary. I have lost more battles than I won. I have lost sight of all the interesting things that life has to offer, and I wondered what is there to hope for.
Regrets of the past marred certain episodes of my story. They made my story ugly, not even worthy of playing back. But it is the same ugliness that can bring my plot to a happy ending.
My story isn’t over. I know that I can always turn over a new leaf, and begin writing a brand new story that strives for a life of no regrets. After all, the story of redemption did not end at the calvary. Tweet
Hope breaks through my regrets. Hope remains. Hope never dies. Hope redeems my story.
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