Hindsight
is 2020…I hope
As the “golden years” move along, nostalgia
becomes both a blessing and curse as sometimes I think of a regret I have and
cringe silently as Mrs. jaygerartoday notices a sudden face contortion and asks
if paramedics are needed.
This has been happening more and more and those
sudden pops of enlightenment enter my consciousness, especially when I am
trying to ease into nap time on my lay-z-boy.
I can never understand those who claim they have
little or no regrets, some of them I know well enough to wonder to myself “This
person surely does not see what the rest of the world sees”.
Their life book should have pages and pages of mea-culpa,
but their bubble-life will not permit a single ounce of honest self-awareness.
This is especially true in the political arena
where everyone is right, the other side is wrong, no need to try and discuss the
matter, shouting, accusations and finger-pointing will do just fine.
Kindness and understanding is not a true reflection
of their lifestyle, regardless of what their yard sign or bumper sticker
professes.
Absolute power is alluring, and does corrupt absolutely.
When you don’t possess it, you’ll move every mountain to gain it.
For me, it’s time to grab the remote, turn off the
news channels, take the daily paper to my neighbor to use in his fire pit,
deactivate the social media networks and reacquaint myself with Matthew, Mark,
Luke and John.
It is the Lenten season, and time to ponder some
truths about myself, and make amends.
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