This afternoon, I was walking along a suburban sidewalk when I noticed a young couple. They were simply enjoying their moment in the warm sun. Almost immediately, a thought welled up in me: if only. I wonder how many times I’ve had that thought, only to submerge it in gallons of denial—telling myself I shouldn’t care.
Over the years, I’ve tried to sail over the “if onlys” by convincing myself I was successful and well off because I didn’t waste time on lazy Saturday afternoons, as this couple was “obviously” doing. But now I understand that what I once called focus was often a lack of insight. And with more humility, I comprehend what Balzac meant when he said, “The more one judges, the less one loves.”
Yes, I was headed to meet up with friends, so it wasn’t a feeling of loneliness. It was something deeper—a longing of the heart to recapture that lightheartedness, that youthful joy the couple radiated. You see, the if only wasn’t about something I lacked or an opportunity I missed. It was about the quiet ache that comes when you realize the world has changed—and so have you.
But change doesn’t mean loss. It means adaptation. And even in this new season of life—with a different stride or stronger glasses—there are still opportunities. They require only faith and hope in tomorrow.
So I pause and reflect.
First, I remember the AA phrase: KISS — Keep It Simple, Silly.
As Bob Hope once said, “When we recall the past, we usually find that it is the simplest things—not the great occasions—that in retrospect give off the greatest glow of happiness.”
Even now, dulled senses can still feel the sun’s warmth, inhale the fragrance of grass and flowers, and smile.
Second, I can smile and grin at the memories I already carry.
Memories that now allow me to appreciate a young couple’s joy on a sunny Saturday.
As William Wordsworth wrote:
“Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; we will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.”
Third, I show gratitude for the tapestry of my life—threaded with both past and present if onlys.
Marcel Proust said it beautifully:
“Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.”
And Alain de Botton added:
“Nostalgia is not merely a longing for the past, but a recognition that moments of quiet contentment are timeless—and so are we, when we remember them rightly.”
Fourth, I express my faith in tomorrow by embracing the truth of Ecclesiastes:
“He hath made every thing beautiful in his time... And also that every man should eat and drink, and enjoy the good of all his labour, it is the gift of God.”
(Ecclesiastes 3:11–13, KJV)
Lastly, I choose to remain in the present—because that’s where joy lives.
Elder Jeffrey R. Holland offers this timeless guidance:
“The past is to be learned from but not lived in. Look back to claim the embers of memory, not the ashes. Today is for living and rejoicing.”
So now, I understand: If only is not a regret.
It is a kind of mirage—a shimmering glimpse of an Emerald City.
But my real joy, the lasting joy, lives here—in the home of now.
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