A Table in the Park Held a Jar of Regrets

I try to live my life without regret. It comes from always trying to live my best life. It isn’t always perfect and I am far from that. But every moment of my life, the good and the bad has taught me lessons and is what got me to where I am today. Which is a very contented place. There are things I wish I had done differently so I didn’t have to learn every lesson the hard way. Sometimes it was the words that were unspoken. But there are no regrets. As I was out on one of my long walks recently I spotted a small table set up along a path in a popular Toronto park. As I got closer I saw a bright yellow sign and a few other things on top of the table but I couldn’t make out what it was until I got closer. At first, I thought it was a lemonade stand. A welcome relief on this hot summer day. No, there was no quenching my thirst here. Instead, it was set up to quench the soul. The handwritten sign on the table simply asked, “What’s something you wish you have(sic) said?” I’m sure I’m not alone when my mind started racing, thinking of those moments when the words wouldn’t come to me. There were pens with colorful pompoms and multi-colored sticky notes next to a jar that contained a few folded notes inside. There was a small sign saying, “I’ll make an e-book of the notes I collect,” and then there was a link to the person’s <a href="https://instagram.com/isittooweirdtoask?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA%3D%3D" rel="noopener ugc nofollow" target="_blank">Instagram account</a>. I followed the link where I found hundreds of notes posted with a wide variety of questions and comments. <a href="https://medium.com/the-narrative-arc/a-table-in-the-park-held-a-jar-of-regrets-d256180efc9b">Website</a>