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What If....

We've all stated many times “if I knew then what I know now” or “if I had it to do all over again, things would be different”.

We make these statements thinking that if we truly could go back, our lives would be so much better than they are now.  We have grandiose visions of wealth and all that it brings as well as eliminating suffering through those bad relationships.  But what if you could go back, knowing what you now know, and change things.  What would you change?  Would you go to college or possibly a different college?  Would you have a different spouse?  Different job?  Would you choose to live somewhere else?

Has it ever occurred to you (me) that nothing would be different?  Those poor or different choices we made helped shape us into the person we've become.  We wouldn't have the knowledge we think we now have because those people or experiences would not be around to give it to us.  

So tell me; if you could go back, what would YOU change?  As for me, I think I would have tried my best to become one of Bill Gates' best friends!  :-)

I'm just sayin',


Comments

I think you have a brilliant point about experiences and who we are. I guess I wouldn't want to change anything around me... just go back, shut my mouth, and listen more.
Benita Roberts said…
Yes, I would probably do that as well. Read a great quote this morning and will post it on Facebook..."There is a choice you have to make in everything you do. So, keep in mind that in the end, the choice you make, makes you." ~ J. Maxwell

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