A line from a movie I watched recently keeps running through my brain. ”I love my life, I regret my life, eventually all the lines blur into it’s just my life”. The character in “Match” is speaking to someone who wants him to face a big, life altering decision he made 30 years prior, admitting he’s a major chump for taking that action then. I really like his response. 30 years ago is very much past tense, too long ago to drag that baggage any further or refresh it again. Does it mean the action was meaningless in the past? No. But for today, here and now, it has become “just my life”, not really good-bad any longer. Perhaps not anyone else’s business any longer either.
Maybe it’s the human dilemma factor. Our species does like to drag out laying blame, indefinitely if possible. Refusing forgiveness whenever holding on is thought more juicy and dramatic or just simply letting stuff go.
Dark night, brilliant sunset. Dormant hibernation reigns supreme, yet it holds the spark needed to rekindle new beginnings.