Chain of Regrets

                          Thurston’s Thoughts

Selectively Ours

Chain of Regrets

Their is an old saying everybody thought somebody would do what anybody could have done but nobody did. The conclusion is nobody acted assuming anyone other than themselves would see the need or possess the compassion. Surely someone out of everyone would feel compelled but still nobody would conceive everybody, anybody, or somebody would not ensure it was done. So the moral of the story is if you do it, you ensure somebody did it. The polite courtesies of cowardice or apathy maintains the civilities of disregard among the apathetic without the remorse of their joint indifference.

This indifference to act is sequestered in the regret protection program whose deficient intent is now disguised as concern to suppress the glare of guilt, obligation, or detachment. Sometimes in life we can not do tomorrow what should have been done today. Pretending not to see the necessity is a violation of the obligation treated as an option dismembered from the circumstances which created the obligation. In many times of need our cup overflows when receiving generosity, grace, or compassion but not so vigorously when it’s time to reciprocate.

Therefore, is the regret of actions, inactions, or the negative reflection regret cast. The preservation of pretense mandates an exonerated rationalization uniting anyone whose record is less than sparkling. Whenever there is a finality, time and space collapses upon itself to not only reveal its treasures but also isolates its trespasses. A judgement day of sorts whose verdict should render accountability by degree of obligation and not selective revisionist alteration. So, our trespasses against others reveals our sensitivities and sensibilities eventually becoming transgressions against our character.

These perspectives of bluster mirrors the sorrows we emotionally entomb creating a chain of regrets. The pretensions and denials before the cock crows a condemnation consoles our virtue greasing the skid of disassociation from validated expectations. This stunning display of negligence is an abandonment of an anticipated contribution as the equilibrium of circumstances shifts from the need being ours to someone’s whose coat has been placed in the mud on our behalf. This is especially grimy if a willingness providing only time and effort is all it takes removed from any monetary considerations.

Having the back of those who have had our back, particularly when our dependency was sustained by their contribution. Biting the hand that has fed us or withholding actionable gratitude invalidates the appreciation or concern which should have been abundantly returned. So, pardon my unapologetic compulsion to accredit ingrates with their ingratitude. The self-identifying ingratitude sought to be ignored when time takes its place is a delusional installation of buttocks firmly placed upon one’s shoulders head centrally inserted.

The extraction of dignity bears the aroma of its stool of obligational dishonor. Unfortunately, the stench of ingratitude is often so prevalent as to normalize the fragrance of camouflaged indignity. The lack of return on investment is selectively ours, just as the disdain is the prerogative of the investor. To forsake a kindness rendered or compassion owed will be judged by time and condemned by fate. Often we don’t choose our circumstances or the people who assist us through them. However, if and when the opportunity arises we decide how we honor them. Time has revealed how they have honored theirs’s as it will expose how we have chosen selectively ours.