As someone who used to carry around a cumbersome load of
them, regrets seem to be typically reserved for those who have not reconciled
with their past and thus may have an awareness of, let alone peace with their present. After suffering
from what my shrink then called, self-attacking thoughts and even more brutal
self talk for years that thankfully have been
reframed casually using many cognitive behavioral techniques learned along the
way, this virulent vortex of self-pity (and when it wasn’t self-pity it was
straight up self-hate) has provided background for a portrait that’s
still in the works.
After spending nearly a decade trying to make sense of love
and loss (aside from the romantic loves lost, other equally chilling losses
included the child that never was, my grandfather, my grandmother, my mind, and
last and least importantly of all my money/material possessions), it recently
came to me to frame it from a more detached, objective perspective. That’s to say nothing that
happened was anyone else’s fault, and it certainly was not my own to be personalized. The
perceived failures were once a bastard whose paternity I claimed fully and whose rearing fell squarely and upon my shoulders. Not to say
that blame should be ducked and dodged, but if we are to share the credit for our
successes, an equal distribution of its opposite seems appropriate. In either
case, I’ve moved away from value ascription across any number of domains and
learned to view my definition of success as just that, mine.
Fault is a weighty burden to bear, and certainly not one
conducive to maintaining any semblance of mental hygiene when embraced and
accepted solely. Now instead of attaching blame or even searching for reasons
why, my attitude, as it concerns anything, ranging, from the minor to the major,
“this, that, or the third may have happened, now what am I going to do about
it.” This solution oriented, value-neutral approach has been good for me as it
centers around my ability (or agency, if you prefer the academic term) to be
the architect of my own destiny, in the immediate, eventual, and ultimate time
frames.
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