What might have been
… Look for the road that everyone’s on, and don’t follow. –Robert Downie
We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope. –Martin Luther King, Jr.
Earlier this week I read your blog for the first time, with pleasure, and the next morning when I woke, I wanted to respond to your post about what might have been.
Perhaps most of us have had those moments in our lives when we look back, and realize that the choices we’ve made, and those that seem to have been made for us, the things that worked out, and all those that didn’t, have carved out the path of our lives, and left many other possibilities behind in the dust.
I love old houses, and I like to think of lives as being like them. I can’t have every feature I love in one old house. I can’t have an English cottage-style house (which I do have) with a red tile roof (which I don’t). In the same way, we can’t cram everything into a single life … we can’t have every experience every time out of the gate. That’s what I tell myself when I think about the experiences I haven’t had this time around–yet. Some doors are now closed–but of course, so many possibilities remain open.
When I read your story, what came to my mind is this … as a new chapter of your life beautifully opens, its blank page ready for you to write it … what if what you and your soulmate have accomplished thus far is exactly what you came here to do? If you could see the plans you both laid out right now–and I assume you did lay them together–what if you’ve passed every test with flying colors? Done exactly what your souls intended?
Now I don’t know, of course, what your souls intended–there’s a lot I don’t know about what my very own soul intended. But to me, this seems like a real possibility. What seems like futility to our finite eyes may not be at all. Sometimes we choose to build the muscles of the soul in unexpected ways. I do know this–what we do with love is never wasted.
I think it’s so important to look back at key junctures, and mourn what might have been, but isn’t. It seems to me a crucial part of being able to freely move forward into the future, leaving the past right where it belongs.
As you close this chapter, though, it seems to me that it might be fair to write at the bottom of the last page–Unqualified success.
This post is illustrated with the SoulCollage card I made this past New Year’s Eve, My path (2014).
Ah Heather, I know it… I’m sure of it… And yet the humanness in me needed to mourn those lost dreams, those lost babies, and all the roads not taken. Thank you, from my heart to yours, for such a beautiful post. Much love, Nicole xx
I understand … and you’re most welcome, sweetheart. ❤
“Sometimes we choose to build the muscles of the soul in unexpected ways. ” …. Love that.
It took me a long time to realize that the point of our plans is not necessarily to make us comfortable. I was just sure that I would never have chosen key aspects of this life 🙂 And if all I were trying to do was make a nice little life for myself, that would be quite true.
Michael Newton’s Destiny of Souls (which I’ve written about here before) has many striking aspects … one I remember is his mentioning a woman, whose overall mission is being a healer, who has never once (in his words) accepted a healthy body. When she incarnates, it is always her intention to experience some kind of chronic health challenge.
Reading this book changed my perspective in a number of ways, but one of them is that when I see a noticeably imperfect body, I’m often touched to think of the person’s soul accepting that body.