Reflecting on a life which could have been so much emptier.

Je Ne Regrette Rien

I was born with a deformed aortic valve, called a bicuspid valve, and a weak Aorta which goes with it. I found out when I was 70! I am actually quite glad I did not know.

I might have lived my life less freely. I might have looked inwards instead of outwards.

I might have missed hearing the Skylarks from the top of Ivinghoe Beacon as I lay, panting from the climb, looking into the bright blue summer sky. trying not to lose sight of the tiny black dots which were the larks, pouring out their hearts in silvery song.

I might have not slept through a storm on the deck of the Ferry to Dublin, with nothing but my Duffle coat and bag for bedding, and then would not have woken to a chilly, bright, sugar pink spring morning, in Dublin Bay, to see tiny pink candy floss (cotton candy) clouds over the glassy sea, almost low enough to touch, hanging against a backdrop of purple mountains.

I might not have had so so much joy in my only son, if I had spent my life thinking about my heart. I might have been looking back with regrets, and not gratitude. And I am grateful. And I have no regrets.

Words by Marie Cadavieco The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-03-17 at 08:21

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Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
A lovely reflection, and a fitting expression of the soul's profound gratitude.

yes, kant can The PoetBay support member heart!
you wrote
I might have looked inwards instead of outwards
i didn't think about it
the fact is that i think since taste, touch, look, smell are all outwards
how could that that mind is inwards?