What if I had done things differently?
What if I had chosen a different profession?
What if I had got out of the bus before my stop?
Our lives are filled with wonder, if we had done things on a different way.
This has such a heavy weight on our souls.
It is packed with guilt, regret, sorrow, grief.
There is no room for growth based on things that you have no control of. These are not facts that were part of your life, they ARE NOT REAL!
I can’t be living, thinking what my life would be IF…
So, I decided, from now on, my big question will be done on future form.
From now on, all the “what ifs” in my life, will be filled with opportunities!
What if I choose to go back to school?
What if I decide to go around the world with my family?
What if I do this or that…
I chose to illustrate this post with a few pictures taken from a very close perspective, just because, sometimes, the opportunities we are waiting for are right bellow our nose.
What if I look close to me…
Sometimes, I wonder, about this thing inside me, that makes me jump at the first possibility that life presents.
It is a knowledge that something is about to change, but I haven’t had the clue.
It is usually, a good feeling, a sense of direction, a well fit situation.
An ice melting sense with wonders for what is about to appear.
I start putting all my possibilities on the table, and stare at them, imagining what it could be!
At some point, I would give up on staring and I would start working with my essential oils – they tend to settle this inner turmoil down a bit and make things getting more clear
I’ve been working on this impulsive personality for a few years now, at first, I would jump right into the first sign in front of me, without pondering, which got me, many times, inside the “wrong bus”!
Not sure if this expression makes sense in English, but in my country, we use it often to illustrate a situation where you act as pure impulse on the wrong time – don’t get me wrong, I love impulses, but on the right time!
So, I bumped accidentally into this lovely quotation, thanks to my dear friend Diana Heyes (I read Robin Sharma’s book!), and…