I've been thinking a lot about remorse and how much of mine is to time I'll never get back. First-times I'll never get back. Moments that could have been magic.
Having the ability to just be in the present is easier said than done (in my case at least)...but wouldn't life be much cooler if we lived at a higher dimension? We could pick and choose our moments. Even those that had gone. I know it's all too human to discuss, as everyone feels this way to some extent, but these days I find myself saying more and more, how I would have loved to have chosen differently, said differently, done things a little differently. If I did, who would I be and what would the world be? Would there have been a butterfly effect that rippled across the universe? I've lied awake wondering what all of life might be like if I'd changed my mind about things, or better, made it up.