The worst possible way to die is with regrets. Regrets for things not done, dreams left unlived, and desires left untended to. To die with regrets is to deny the life force we were infused with, to turn away from the road that leads to our destiny, and to never allow our true purpose to see the light of day.
Most of us think that we will one day regret the things we did do, but it’s the things we don’t do that will bring us despair and a deep sense of loss when we leave this place. Each of us has been given a destiny and a light to shine, and yet, so many times we allow fear and doubt to derail us from the path we alone can walk.
We are afraid to be who we really are, because someone might not approve. We doubt our dreams and goals because they might not come true, or might seem silly to someone else. We walk someone else’s path instead of our own because it is safer and more comfortable to follow then to step out into the light and lead.
Regrets kill us long before we die. The heart knows when it is not being listened to, and it withers. The soul cries in despair when we continually turn away from its whisperings and guidance. Too often, we listen to our brains and logic and reason, because we are taught to, because it is the lesser of two unknowns, because that is what everyone tells us we should do.
“Be rational.” “Use your head.” “Get your mind out of the clouds.”
The messages are all around us, telling us to deny the very thing we were put here to accomplish, telling us to be someone who we were not meant to be.
The thing about dying with regrets is, we aren’t just hurting ourselves by never having gone for that dream, achieved that goal, or let ourselves love again. We hurt those around us, too, who suffer from the smallness we have chosen.
We hurt the world, which will never benefit from the song only we can sing, the painting only we can create, the words only we can write. Everyone loses when we take the easy way out, including that which created us and gave us the gifts and talents and characteristics we alone were given.
Live hard, love deep and dream big. In the end, the measure of a life well lived will be equal to the regrets you have, or do not have. Die as empty as you can, with as few regrets for the things you knew in your deepest heart of hearts you wanted to do, and were meant to do…but didn’t.Today’s Brilliance from
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