I posted this shot a while back, and it is still one of my favorite photos. Hope you like it. 🙂
I don’t think I have ever met anyone who didn’t have some regrets about choices they made, words left unsaid, loved ones lost, or destructive actions that hurt. I hear words, and have said them myself, “if only I had . . . .” We (I am assuming that I’m not the only one) find ourselves wandering back along the paths of our memories and wincing as we wished we could do “it” over again, only this time better.
One of the formal prayers I daven daily, just before I read the Psalms, has a phrase that has actually become my mantra. Essentially we plead “May I live long enough to rectify the things that I have messed up.” From that I glean that as long as we have breath, opportunities abound to repair the world that we have torn, to do teshuvah (repent) for the wrongs we chose to do. We cannot go back in history and undo what was done, or take the sting out of words spoken in anger or pain. But we can resolve to do better. We can repair what we have broken.
My prayer is that when the sun sets on my life, I will not regret having passed up the opportunity to learn, to grow, to repent, to repair.