Retrospect

Okay I’ve been delinquent but I had some alone time today and started writing. Something for you to think about….
Retrospect can be a dangerous thing.
Do you think about those missed opportunities or look at what you’ve done in your life and even though grateful for the life you have and the things you’ve accomplished still have days that a smile veils feelings of regret.

Regret can become a fertile breeding ground for disappointments and disappointments can be the stinking manure that grows the forest of regret in your life. Sinatra said, ”Regrets, I’ve had a few…” I guess he was able to count them. (smile)
How many of us sit and number our regrets? You remark, ”This is not where I planned to be, who I planned to be, what I looked forward to in life”. Welcome to the city of Regretville. Population: millions and it’s getting overpopulated!

It’s getting overpopulated because every new resident is accompanied with not only themselves but trailers of baggage of things that can no longer be changed. And even though the events can’t be changed, they’ve so impacted your life that you carry them into every NEW opportunity. You carry the suitcases of people that have hurt you in word and deed. You carry the duffel bags of missed opportunities. You carry the overnight bags of things that are no longer just events in your life; they’re a part of the fabric of your existence.

As I thought about it maybe I do have a couple regrets. But today I’m having an emotional yard sale, so I can make room for a heart filled with hopes and dreams and new expectations. Regret was just cluttering up the place anyway.  How about you?

I Go Down

My face is stained
The tears are like the river after a flood
I have no where to go there is no peace
So I go down

I feel your pain
I hear you as your voice echoes my anger
Can you forgive the thoughts you foster
Will they be adopted by another
I must go down

I will go down to the river
I made with your pain
I will stand at the river and wash it all away
Watch as it travels
I follow along it's banks
For I must go down

Down I will lie as I remove the robe of sorrow you have left
They too must take the river's course
And when they are gone
I will arise from the down

New Expectations

So now I understand. To expect is to believe
To have the unmistakable, undeniable knowledge
That in the end what my heart wants,
what my head knows
Is what I shall have

I understand that the fight I'm in, I'm not alone
I've been set up from day one to fight this
And when it's over I stand as winner
I feel this in my body
that I have what I need

So I must hold on, believe the dream is
Know the now is not meant for later it simply is
I must hold on to what believe
to what I feel in my bones
Is my expected end

Expectations

What about your expectations?
Everyday we expect the sun to rise,
We expect to wake up every morning.
We expect to have a good life despite it's twists and turns
We expect to receive payment after a job well done
Some times we expect a reply after sending a message

We don't often see what we don't expect
We can't anticipate depression and pain
We don't expect loneliness or isolation
You never count on the reflection in the silence
Never calculate it's effect on on how we think and feel
And maybe it's just as well

When we live up to expectations is the living worth it
Whether they're someone's or your very own
And After the trying after the disappointment
What are you truly left with
Shattered hopes and broken dreams
Or are we left with something more