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.

What kind of hypocrite gives advice but won’t practice what he preaches?
Trip to Memory Lane reminds me some relationships deserve to die
Dickens’ ‘David Copperfield’ far superior to postmodern novels
God watches humanity’s struggle and says, ‘You’re doing it wrong’
Missing childhood connections leave us longing for missing love
Conservatives don’t understand liberal groups — and vice versa
I’m exhausted and numb from placing trust in the wrong people
Years later, Supreme Court justice apologizes to Susette Kelo, sorta