Is it a perfect world or is this random wad of suffering just an insignificant blip in the cosmos? Be wary of anyone who thinks he knows. That's my advice.
The "what ifs" seem to have set in this afternoon and, of course, that leaves me wishing that I believed in reincarnation. My consolation is the knowledge that I wouldn't get it right on the next go-round, either.
Oh, I don't wring my hands. Not much. I never learned much but I learned about love right away. I can go from zero to sixty in just a few seconds on the happy scale. I try to keep my foot on the pedal.
Love hard, dear one. Love freely.