Regrets...really?

So Vilayphone and I were cleaning out some old boxes when we happened across some old letters from family, friends, enemies and those that were sometimes both.

I found some notes from my father...I remember reading them when they were written and not really paying much attention to them...then again why would I have kept them if they didn't impact me in some way? The point is, reading them now as a father myself I realize and understand the voice and semi conscious state in which they were written. I regret not understanding my father better...I think I was capable but I just didn't put the time in to make that happen. I regret not taking the time...it was there I just failed.

I found some notes from girlfriends past. The odd thing is all of the letters had the same thing in common...I had done something to wrong them and they had the gumption to tell me all about it. Funny, I fancied myself as somewhat a decent guy...boy was I wrong :) I regret not being more understanding of their feelings or needs. I regret being selfish.

I am starting to understand the idea that youth is wasted on the young. However, I am blessed to have an eternity to make it right...unfortunately this doesnt benefit those I have wronged...I see a trend forming.

Be nice.

How do we know?

How do you know what you know. I was at lunch to day with my business partner and we started talking about the quest for understanding and truth...typical lite lunch convo :) We have similar yet differing ideas on what is true understanding but we share the same enjoyment of the quest and absolute disdain for the apathetic of the world.

I know little and I am even less wise. I don't even understand why my wife likes shoes so much...I will probably never be quoted in any regard and when my kids look to me for answers I do my best to mask my lack of knowledge.

HOWEVER...I know that application of mental faculties to enlarge understanding is a, if not the, basic requirement to be considered a human being. The waiting room of life is filled with the contently lost...the door is open...nothing keeps them there but apathetic laziness.

Make no mistake I don't claim to have answers...only questions...in fact I don't even know if the questions I am asking are worth anything to anyone else but me...BUT I ASK and I listen.

I enjoyed the lunch conversation and appreciate meeting another traveler on the endless road to nowhere.

P.S. I have been asking the question "what is?" for sometime...it bugs the crap out of my Mom. :)