On Regrets

I have few regrets in life at this point. I used to feel bad that I took my time going to the living room the morning my dad died; we could have taken him to the clinic earlier. But all that is water under the bridge; my dad’s in a better place now.

Looking back at the past eight months, I do not regret anything. I am blessed to have met wonderful people; I am grateful for the gifts I’ve been given; I appreciate the loved ones around me even more.

Ironically, being able to detach has allowed me to appreciate people, things and events even more.