H,
  
There is no end to the folly we got up to in younger years. It was not
exactly wild, but it was certainly uncalled for. We forgot vital things about
who we truly are at the altar of chasing down little cures for the doldrums. We
should have just stayed bored.
I do not remember any of these shenanigans with regret. Regret is such a
wasteful emotion. It does not help us get better. It is like the diagnosis
without the medicine. We know we are sick, where is our healing?
And I do not know if we could have been ever better. We were who we
were. The only thing that serves, is that we remember this is not all of us and
this cannot be us through all time. We will change. We will dwell in more
light. We will become more like ourselves as defined in God. That is the only
real growth for us pilgrims, that we grow into our eternal sleeves.
So, let us remember we were once there, in that moment, and recall it
without shame. Yet, we do not live in any moment. We live in all of them. We live
beyond all of them. Our destiny is still eternity.