Life doesn’t come with convenient signposts letting us know which is the path to happiness and which is the path to misery, so we’re stuck taking blind gambles. Sometimes we choose well. Sometimes we don’t. Sometimes we have chances to change mistaken choices we’ve made. Sometimes we don’t.
But all along the way, we’re guessing and hoping, no matter how much thinking and reasoning we bring to bear on our choices. And we frequently end up with regrets that we carry to our graves.
I thought about this Saturday because of a woman I met and talked with. She’s consumed with trying to make a decision that will affect the rest of her life. Although the specifics of her story are very different from what happened to me, the feelings she described were enough to remind me of where I was four years ago this month.
We’re going to call her Ashley. She has two men who want to marry her, but she can’t decide what to do. She’s dated both of them, but the relationships have been very different. With one guy, she feels the magical connection that most of us want to feel and that a few of us have felt in a very real way. But that relationship had problems. It had great highs, but great lows. She saw things in him that she knew needed work — for both of them.

More than ever, big crisis makes me long for family to take care of
If you can’t change your life story, that narrative will become destiny
A year later, my father’s death looms large, but I have no regrets
It’s a very old cliche, but it’s true: Denial isn’t just a river in Egypt
At times, we have to just wait for the day when we’ll see the fruit
The plan sounded fair at the time, but why did I pay for everything?
If you allow anything to be priority over love and beauty, you’re a fool
Federal ‘help’ makes medical care more expensive and less available