We live our lives looking back to things we would have done differently. It seems to me we apologize under our breath daily if not to just our self. I regret things like most do, but I don’t dwell on what could have been but rather what is. Making mistakes is a part of the growth that we are supposed to accept and at some point, leave behind the apologies and shame of our earlier actions. As I got older I realized we were brought up to do a few things our entire life so the gates of glory would open for us when our time came, but when I got there the gates were rusted shut and nobody manned the post. So, I stood there wondering what now? I couldn’t turn back there was only darkness and an endless black swirling hole.
Standing at the rusted gate I had all the time I needed to review my life, the good and the bad. I don’t know how long I stood there but, in the end, I had traveled into myself and relived my life in every sense. And then I did it again, and again, and once more, and so on. It was a remembrance I was not being allowed to end and so I stood at the closed gate for a period we know as eternity
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