Dear friend,
You asked me about Regrets:
All I can say is that my own Youth,
Like that of many others, has had its trials.
I've wrestled with the shifting sands of my own flailing Truths;
The shifting quicksands of my own lies and denials.
In this time, my years of unrelenting middle age,
I look at my youth with no small amount of wonder;
My younger self was no daredevil, nor sage;
And now my life's laid bare to Time's plunder.
And yet, what's done is done - I'll own it all,
We are all servants in His majestic thrall.
"How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives." – Annie Dillard