Lost, groping in the mists of time
Enlightenment comes to some of us so late. When we look at the moments of our lives when our soul cried out that the path was wrong, but we didn't listen.
I remember when my wife and I almost broke up before my first child. And I was too afraid to tell her "I don't want to be with you. I want this relationship to end now. Go your way and I'll go mine." But I didn't. And I endured that year as we tried to get pregnant, and her depressive crying of "we've left it too long, I can't get pregnant"
I love my kids, but what I wouldn't give to go back in time and never have them or my wife. To be free from them, from all these responsibilities.












