Tag Archives: Regrets

How bad news can be a godsend or how to eliminate neediness?

Bad news. On my way home, climbing the long stairway off Euclid Avenue, I was listening to Step 21 of the 67 Steps. It’s about the superpower of being able to get into a relationship with people. Get into a relationship because you can see how their machine works. and because you see it, therefore you can speak their language.

Everything comes to you through people… and…
…you cannot get more abundance than what your people skills allow you to have.
I have been resigned about my ability to get better at dealing with people.

Resigned means: I have a fixed mindset about it, that says: it may be possible for you, but it’s impossible for me.

But being resigned doesn’t mean I have given up. I haven’t. But every time I read someone’s stuff, or watch someone’s stuff who is good at it, and maybe that is their superpower, I resent them. I do. Not nice, I know, but it is how it is.

It goes hand in glove with resignation.
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Top Five Regrets of the Dying and how to beat them

Top Five Regrets of the Dying and how to beat them

1. I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.
2. I wish I didn’t work so hard.
3. I wish I’d had the courage to express my feelings.
4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.
5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.

These are the top five regrets of the dying, and here is how to beat having these regrets, or any other

I have read articles about dying and I have read poems written by old-old people expressing their regrets. They are in death’s anteroom, and the view of their life and themselves is special from there: they are to the side and slightly elevated position from where they can both feel and see.
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From Que Sera Sera, a meandering path to no regrets


I left Hungary 37 years ago. And yet, when I hum, half of the songs are Hungarian, from before I left there.

I trust that when a song pops into my head, it is some kind of guidance. So when the song that was somehow related to the Counter-revolution in 1956, Que sera sera sung in Hungarian, when that song popped into my mind, I said to myself: pay attention. What is it saying?

I was nine years old at the time, and I was puzzled why the song would be put on the black list… I still can’t see why.

I am doing a little research on google.
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