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.

Donald Trump is an evil man, but his political enemies are evil, too
Where do we go from here? Things are about to get very interesting
We often don’t see who loves us until it’s too late to be an option
It’s when we create art — and create a better world — that we’re most like our Creator
Sharing mundane details of life is underrated joy of loving someone
Loving a depressed person means holding tightly on trips through hell
Epiphany: Was it so bad that I used to work toward perfection?
With each ‘improvement,’ we’re losing family and community
For me, Valentine’s Day seems to bring out my regrets every year