I have few regrets, but those that remain haunt me. I wonder on a life where I do not look over my shoulder, instead look forward. Of course, this takes lots of work. For the most part, I am as flawed as they come. There have been missed opportunities on many fronts — to say I love you, to climb a mountain I thought too immense, to truly go for it as opposed to climbing in a hole.
There are times I get tired. Too many hauls, I suppose, up the stairs with soil, compost and numerous plants. I think I am not making progress and want to give up. I am rewarded in a moment I don’t expect. The richness of grape leaves, the purity of an iceberg rose, the rich color of peppers ready for picking. Okay, I think I can do this, I say. I look around and decide to keep going.
I am not totally sure how this garden will end up. It is always changing just like me. What I do know is looking back and wondering what I could have done differently doesn’t always work unless you take the lesson and not repeat the mistake. Fortunately, for all of us, nature is very forgiving. Now, this doesn’t mean we should keep doing the wrong thing. What it does mean, however, is nothing is gained by playing its safe.
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