How any of us are still playing the old Marlon Brando cry from On the Waterfront, “I could’a been a contenda,” a plaint so full of regret and pathos for his life. For those of you too young to remember, it has become a familiar outcry when our lives do not turn out in the way we had imagined.
How any of us, especially as we reach those pivotal ages of 30, 40, 50 60, and 70’s begin to take stock of our lives and start to regret some of the choices we have made?
Would you really have been happier had you chosen that other guy who wanted to marry you? Or, had you been 20 pounds lighter and dyed your hair blond when no one was doing it, could you have been the femme fatalle with different opportunities. Or had you not succumbed to dropping out of that math class, and received a 79% among all the other 99%’s, could you have won that National Merit Scholarship and had many opportunities open to you? (That was mine.)
Here are some other general ones which most of us share. Had our parents been more supportive and recognized that true talent of ours, would we have been much more prosperous or famous in our lives? What are your regrets? And do you really think the “who you were then” could have made a different choice?
As I leave my 60’s, I have concluded for myself that regrets are just fodder for not moving ahead with what I want now. Being steeped in remorse and regret just keeps me from this moment of power to make new decisions.
What keeps you from moving ahead in this New Year? Let’s examine it together and throw off any old regrets and take a look at the he or she who still wants to keep them around. Who is that person?