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Sunday, February 20, 2005

its good to have goals. goals are good in hockey and lacrosse and futbol, but they are even better in life.

ever since we were little children and they told us to jump, they told us to have some kind of idea of what we want our lives to be. parents teachers guidance counselors coaches principals all tell us to have goals for what we want to make of our lives.

i want to make a life without regrets.

this shouldnt be confused with a life without regret, because regret is the closest thing to instant hindsight that we have. regret is what separates us from the apes. regret is a good thing, a good emotion, a good state of mind, whether you think so or not. regret is supposed to keep us from making the same mistakes we've always made over and over again.

at least its supposed to.

nobody likes being hurt. nobody. but when regret shows up on your shoulder and whispers sweet nothings in your ear and you dont listen and then she starts screaming and you just brush your shoulder off, you deserve whatever you get.

even a broken heart, the worst of all.

my goal was to not have to deal with any of that. but when i was a kid i also made it a goal to run a 4 minute mile by the time i was 18.

i guess ill stick to hockey and lacrosse.

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