Another day, another post to my blog. Perhaps one day I'll start taking it seriously and write in here a little more often. Or not.

Have been thinking a lot about the past lately, not something I do very often. I've always thought that feeling exceedingly guilty about our past mistakes was in itself, a mistake. Sure, I look back with regret to some of the decisions I've made, but I certainly cannot go back and change anything. So sitting alone in the dark crying about past spilt milk would seem to be a bit of overkill. So I don't do it, very often.

Along with that is the thinking back of what life might have been like if I'd made different decisions, not just for myself, but for those around me through the years. How might their lives be different if I'd been different. Once again, who knows. Perhaps I'd have done more harm than good if I'd stayed here, or left there, in some way different than I actually did. These are things we cannot know, and we probably don't want to know if we're honest with ourselves.

What we accomplish in this life really doesn't mean much once this life is over. What we leave behind as a common member of humanity is really lost in the cloud of cosmic dust once we're gone. If you're a Thomas Jefferson, or the King of England, you might get some more play, but how many of us get the opportunity to be one of those guys?

Me, sitting here typing while eating a Popsicle, is not an accomplishment worthy of the ages. Hell, it's not an accomplishment worthy of this week, lol.

Ah well, it is what it is. It was a grape Popsicle if that makes any difference.