Comments on: Refractory reflection http://cogitabamus.net/2009/02/refractory-reflection/ Marginally sensical ramblings from senility's edge Wed, 01 Jul 2009 01:33:21 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.1 hourly 1 By: Chris http://cogitabamus.net/2009/02/refractory-reflection/comment-page-1/#comment-29 Chris Tue, 10 Feb 2009 21:36:27 +0000 http://cogitabamus.net/?p=86#comment-29 I have always tried to live my life with as few regrets as possible, my biggest, was my long-standing inability to move beyond my comfort zone. With a chance to live in Germany that I let go far too quickly, it haunts me a little. What would have learned about the world or even about myself? Sometimes my zone of comfort was measured in city blocks rather than miles. I guess what I'm fumbling is that there are times in our life when we confuse what we want with what we think we need. I think I wanted to stay in Oregon, but I needed to live somewhere else. I kept on measuring the distance between here and there and especially when I needed to add a comma, the number became too much. But now that number is just speculation on what could have been, what stories I could be telling, what pictures could be on my wall, what I know I could now do. I don't have that. Your decisions are your own, but never sell yourself short from an experience that can alter you for the better. Just my unrequested, slightly tarnished two cents. I have always tried to live my life with as few regrets as possible, my biggest, was my long-standing inability to move beyond my comfort zone. With a chance to live in Germany that I let go far too quickly, it haunts me a little. What would have learned about the world or even about myself? Sometimes my zone of comfort was measured in city blocks rather than miles.

I guess what I’m fumbling is that there are times in our life when we confuse what we want with what we think we need. I think I wanted to stay in Oregon, but I needed to live somewhere else. I kept on measuring the distance between here and there and especially when I needed to add a comma, the number became too much. But now that number is just speculation on what could have been, what stories I could be telling, what pictures could be on my wall, what I know I could now do. I don’t have that.

Your decisions are your own, but never sell yourself short from an experience that can alter you for the better.

Just my unrequested, slightly tarnished two cents.

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