Instead there is only a dull sense of remorse, that bitter cocktail of nostalgia and regret. The feeling came about unexpectedly, and will shortly be drowned out in the white noise of living. I do not even have a name for what I am mourning. Or perhaps who?
John Greenleaf Whittier once wrote: For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, "It might have been". Despite what Clarence and the ghosts of Christmas past, present, and future would have you believe, the cruelest fate is to know what might have been when it can no longer be.
David-I wish we could be close to you and cheer you up. I miss you! LOVE YOU!
ReplyDeleteI think I might know the feeling- just don't acknowledge it. Think ahead instead, or better yet in the present.
ReplyDeleteI usually put my ipod earphones in whenever it hits me and drown it out with a podcast or some other distraction. The new opium of the masses.
ReplyDelete