Today’s Writer’s Almanac has a poem that’s lovely and is probably right in its sentiments. It’s called “The Land of Beginning Again,” and it’s wishful and wistful about undoing the harms and heartaches and mistakes we inflict on ourselves and others.
Still, I can’t quite agree. I feel guilty and often horrid about the mistakes & blindness I’ve had and inflicted on others, on purpose or else-wise, but I wouldn’t wish that it all was undone. In the words of those wise sages Trey Parker & Matt Stone, “I’ve learned something today,” and even when the lesson seems stupid or pointless or awful or just plain horribly sucks– I’d still rather learn than be “all unaware,” like the poet says.
I think that’s the worse grief.