I don't wish anyone the awareness years after of the moment when their lives were literally, actually at a life-affecting fork in the road, for they might then feel that they should've chosen their first inclination or stuck with what they had or with whom.
For me, the awareness is more the memory of a handful of specific moments in which I actually thought "this is a turning point" and either went with my gut or with an analyzed decision, the outcomes of which I might ought to have chosen or decided the other option, thus promoting not only "what if's" but "maybe should've's" now that I am who I am and where I am. These aren't regrets, given the joy of my children and the pleasure of certain relationships, simply moments in time where diverging roads appeared notably.
Guess that's what may constitute "midlife crises" in some men, but mere reflection in me.
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