Why is it in so many cases we don’t appreciate what we have until it’s gone?
“Make the most of your regrets,”
Henry David Thoreau
once said. “Never smother your sorrow, but tend and cherish it till it comes to have a separate and integral interest. To
regret
deeply is to live afresh.”
Yesterday, I wrote about five things I would attempt to save if my house was burning down. Reflecting on the contradictory definitions a “spark,” I focused more on the fire than its aftermath. Its so easy to do in the heat of the moment. Why is it that in so many cases we don’t appreciate what we have until its gone?
Today, I realized all of the precious things I left behind. Practical things came to mind like my warm doggie bed and my Packer jersey. But I know those are replaceable. They’re just things.
Far more devastating are the memories lost in the ashes. I’ll never forget the first day my parents…
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