I hear it all the time. "I wish I could go back and start life over as kid, knowing what I know now." I have said it, you have likely said it and so has nearly everyone on this planet who has lived.
This kind of thinking denies reality. I AM still a kid. A child of the universe. Life starts over everyday! Why do I dwell in the regret of mistakes and missed opportunities and ruin the present moment? What is it about my nature that I must fight reality with my perceived impression of what I want and need?
Not so sure there is a perfect answer, but again, isn't that the point of life? The journey? The quest(ion)? Looking fear in the face and jumping right off the cliff of doubt to feel the winds of faith that teach me what it feels like to fly, if only for a moment?
I have made a million mistakes, I fear the repercussions, as every farmer knows, you reap what you sow. But so what? Today is a new day, everything is fresh and even that reaping will yield things I cannot predict, and even the things that I traditionally view as negative are really teachers that lead me to be better and closer to the me I am meant to be.
It is hard to wake up every day and think to myself, "Today is going to be the most kickass day I can possibly make it." But some days I remember, and I hold it in my mind all day, and I live in thankfulness and grace, and I see the seeds go in the ground from those moments, and I am glad that someone, and maybe it will be me, will enjoy the fruits of such enjoyment.