If I were trapped under rubble for 8 days, I think that the first thoughts going through my head would be, "When am I going to die?" or "Who would be so fortunate as to pick up this single piece of rubble and free me from my demise?" The first few days would no doubt have little to no thought involved in anything worthwhile, but after those few days, I would realize that the worst that could happen is that I die and go to heaven. So I have to sit here a while under rubble and think. Maybe God wants me to reflect on a few things before passing. I would think about religion, and the mysteries of the universe and how they fit together, probably soon realizing that they don't fit together, the universe is a creation of God and that without him, nothing would be in the order it is today.
One thing that I would be grateful for is that I had lived a life that I had wanted to live for the most part, and that it was a decent life. Mistakes were made, but you forgive and forget, and hopefully others do that for you as well. I would be grateful for my parents who took me to church every Sunday, and who put me in a private elementary school, and then transferred me into a public high school. It really gave me a clear sense on the reality of some things. I am a realist, and I see things the way that they are. I don't sugar coat anything, and I don't down play anything. Things happen the way they do for a reason and if that's not good enough, oh well.
You ask us if there are things that we would regret. I don't think that I would regret anything in all honesty, because regret implies perpetual remorse, and I do not dwell on my mistakes. I take them, learn from then, hold onto those lessons and move on.
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