No regrets, just what ifs. No looking back, just thoughts in hindsight. Holding a past in my arms makes me feel close to what I once had; but when I let go, it makes me realise how distant my past and I have become. There are days I don't want to think about the times that were, and other days I want to reach out and pull them towards me. I'd like to be swept away in a time machine to a place where I can discuss my future. But if I turned the clock back I wouldn't have what I have now.
The regrets don't seem quite so relevant anymore.
Some days I do have regrets; moving on from a life I could have improved will always be a what-if. But this life will always be a what-next. I can't imagine it would have been quite so fulfilling if I'd embraced my determination to turn left instead of right. I can't imagine my dad never holding a child that he would have given his life for.
The poppies continue to sway, the views continue to be magnificent, and I continue my journey to make the most of this beautiful life I have been given.