As I approach the end of life, I realize I regret not those things I did, nor those I did not do, but the simple fact that I didn’t find time for stillness.
I’d been so type A all my life, so focused, I never found time for reflection. To sit in a room, doing nothing at all, getting to know myself.
I suppose it’s too late now.
I do, however, take solace in religion. I fervently believe we return to earth in new forms, to correct the mistakes we’ve made in previous lives.
Perhaps I’ll return as a Redwood.