A friend on Facebook posted this as their status the other day: "A Man is not old until regrets take the place of dreams".
It got me thinking. How long has it been since I had dreams? I guess my last once ended in 1999. So 13 years. I have become so accustom to living with regret I had stopped even registering it...had just assumed everyone else was like me...resigned. I don't know if it makes me old. But it makes me sad. That for some reason, for many different reasons, I have given up the things I dreamed of and replaced them with the things I need to do.
I didn't take risks when I could. Didn't put myself first. And so instead of the excitement of dreams, I live with the nausea of regret. But I live...and I guess that is something.
