We do not easily (or ever!) divest ourselves of our opinions. Sometimes Life takes pity on us, slaps us upside the head and brings us face-to-face with this: “I’ve been wrong about everything.”
Help is not to be had by looking outside of ourselves. This is the folly of prayer.
The fool who persists in his folly becomes wise.
Do not all things work for good?
We live, move and have our being under sentence of death. This is not bad news—unless birth is.
No one has power to ruin my life. Am I ruined? Then I ruined myself. This is the realization that allowed Socrates to say, “You can kill me but you cannot hurt me.”
Ray Charles laughed: “I don’t regret a damn thing.”
How could the libidinous, drug-taking troubadour say this? Because nothing is damned, everything belongs and a moment spent in regret is a moment wasted.