Much of what and who we are, and even the lives we lead, is incomplete.
How many of us rue the job we accepted because we needed the money: ambitions shelved for the sake of the mighty dollar.
Likewise, children, bless their cotton socks, often serve to stymie progress, be it on the job ladder or artistically.
Friendships falter and fade, withering through lack of attention as we focus what little energy we have on just keeping our heads above water.
Like charity shop jigsaws, major parts of our lives are left to gather dust, parts being lost and completion becoming impossible.
Good God, it’s depressing.
But isn’t that a lesson in itself?
We’re not perfect nor is life.
We make the best of the flotsam and jetsam cast ashore on our little bit of Life’s island.
We create children and nurture them and though not perfect nor complete, they stride away from us to create their own little, incomplete bit of paradise.
Life isn’t about “what if’s” and “if only” is it?
Maybe it’s more about “hey, dude! Look what we did!” and “Right” What’s next?”
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