No. 9 | “If only” is a dangerous and perilous path. It is a road to nowhere or at least a road to nowhere any of us should want to go. “If only” may not be a road at all, but more an ever-expanding and deepening hole one digs, the dark bottom from which the climb out seems more and more impossible with each passing day.
I wish that I did not know what that hole-darkness can feel like. “If only” is powerlessness. It is to take up residence in victoms-ville. It is a place you can go alone for sure. Unfortunately, we often find a community of like-minded sorrow wallowers there with whom to commiserate. That community if we find it does us no favors.
To ruminate on the thoughts that tend to accompany these words is to sentence ourselves to continue in whatever discontent in which we find ourselves. It is a terrible and circular self-fulfilling prophecy, a tail-chasing endeavor.
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