Last year at my 40th Demontreville Retreat, one of the exercises that we were given by the Retreat Master included a very challenging set of thoughts. The worksheet for the activity was labeled as “A Testament.” I took the worksheet and instructions home with me. It had fourteen tasks or reflections to complete. I did not desire to complete them during the retreat. It is now almost a year since my retreat, and I have decided to make the mental and emotional effort necessary to complete this “Testament.”
The worksheet started with these instructions:
Imagine that this is the last day of your life on earth. In the time that you have left, you want to leave a “Testament” for your family and friends. Each of the following could serve as chapter headings for your “Testament.” This is Reflection Number 11 on the worksheet.
- These are the things that I Regret about my life.
I would rather not write this section, but I am going to anyway. I have thought about it for several weeks now. I dreaded when I would reach this reflection. I had one friend who said he had “No regrets” before he died. How I envy that perspective. I still wonder whether he was telling the truth or whether there was something wrong with him. Perhaps, if he is telling the truth, he may someday be canonized as a Saint.
There will be no sainthood for me. I have more regrets than I can count. Some days, I feel like my entire life is one big series of regrets. Instead of being a serial killer, I am a serial regreter. If I could go back into the past and try to undo some of the things I did, I would not know where to start. I have decided to lump my Regrets into three categories. Each category has some common traits. The first is Regrets due to a lack of patience. The second is Regrets due to a lack of compassion. The third and final category is Regrets due to a lack of kindness.
Let us get started on this task of sorrowful confessions. In my defense, I hope I have learned over the years many things to mitigate making the same mistakes that I did when I was younger. I would like to think that I am a very different person now than I was forty years ago. Many of my Regrets are in the past. My biggest Regret is that I cannot go back and rewind the past.
Regrets Due to a Lack of Patience:
A lack of patience may just be one of the most destructive traits that anyone can have. You can defend it if you want to, but I have too often been impatient to see much virtue in it. Most good things come to those who, if not willing to wait, at least have the patience to persevere in a task or mission that could take years. We keep reminding ourselves that Rome was not built in a day but neither did it fall overnight. History is replete of antecedents to subsequent events proving that most of the problems of today actually started many years if not decades or centuries earlier.
There are certain calculations I should like to make with you,
To be sure that your deductions will be logical and true;
And remember, ‘Patience, Patience,’ is the watchword of a sage,
Not to-day nor yet to-morrow can complete a perfect age.
— From Sarah Williams, Twilight Hours: A Legacy of Verse
I was not a patient person. I had a great many talents but foolishly I thought that these talents gave me the right and ability to circumvent practice, dedication, training and experience. I wanted everything today or at least by next week. I expected that my brains and intellect gave me the privilege to neglect what all the great writers, artists, musicians, athletes and other talented people know. There is no greatness without hard work and discipline.
Regrets Due to a Lack of Compassion:
I grew up believing that emotions were somehow evil. Thinking and brains and knowledge and intellect were everything. Emotions led us astray. Somewhere in life, I learned that unless you suffer the same emotions as other people do, you cannot empathize with them. Until you experience what pain and heartbreak and sorrow and Regret, and joy and love feel like you cannot understand what other people are going through in their lives. Without empathy, there is no compassion. Without compassion there is no forgiveness or mercy. You end up becoming hard like a rock but with about as many feelings. You protect yourself by eliminating feelings, but that process creates an unscalable wall between you and other human beings.
You eventually are doomed from this lack of feelings to acquiring perhaps the most horrible feeling of all. That is the feeling of absolute loneliness. You are no longer part of the human race or anything else. You exist in a vacuum. You neither care about anyone nor does anyone care about you. Loneliness kills. There is evidence that dying early is linked to loneliness and social isolation. Suicides due to loneliness are well known to be one of the major causes of death in the USA.
“A meta-analysis of 90 studies examined the links between loneliness, social isolation and early death among more than 2 million adult. They were followed for anywhere from six months to 25 years. Participants who reported feeling lonely were 14% more likely to die early than those who did not. People who experienced social isolation had a 32% higher risk of dying early.” — Kristen Rogers CNN, December 24, 2023
“Men who often experienced loneliness, or those who were lonely and living alone, or with a non-partner, were found to have three times higher risk for death by suicide compared to those who were cohabiting.” — How living alone, loneliness and lack of emotional support link to suicide and self-harm
Loneliness has been found to be different by the generation we are born with as well as by race and gender.
Generation Z (ages 18-22) is the loneliest generation, with 79% reporting feelings of loneliness according to a study by Cigna.
Millennials (ages 23-37) also report high levels of loneliness, with 71% saying they feel lonely at times in a survey by YouGov.
According to a study by YouGov, women are more likely to report feeling lonely than men, with 72% of women saying they feel lonely at times compared to 60% of men.
According to a study by the National Academies of Sciences, Engineering, and Medicine, Black Americans report feeling lonely more often than white Americans, with 44% of Black adults reporting feelings of loneliness compared to 37% of white adults.
Looking back on my life, I see many people who I pushed away because I would not let my feelings show. Over the years, I have lost friends and relatives because I did not care enough about maintaining the relationships to reach out and “touch someone.” It was often easier for me to just ignore my feelings and assume others would do likewise. I have written several blogs where I say, “Don’t wait.” “Tell them you love them now.” “Tell them you admire them.” “Tell them how important they are to you.”
Do it now. Don’t wait until you are full of Regrets.
Regrets Due to a Lack of Kindness:
Kindness is not the same as compassion. Though I think without compassion there can probably be no kindness. I might be wrong here but I think kindness (at least physical kindness) like opening doors for people or letting another person sit down first can simply be good manners. A robotic reaction taught by habit and custom and enforced by upbringing that might have little or nothing to do with compassion. Kindness of whatever stripe involves action. You must demonstrate kindness by your behavior towards others.
I do not think that emotional kindness can exist without empathy and compassion. Emotional kindness is a nurturing of the spirit whereas physical kindness is a nurturing of the body. I think I have always been good at the latter but seldom good at the former. As I think more about the matter, my regrets come from the emotional and spiritual harm I have done to others by ignoring their emotional and spiritual needs.
For instance, when my daughter was growing up, I took her skiing, bicycling, swimming and camping. All activities where I spent time in physical empathy with what I assumed were fun and enjoyable needs of my daughter. As for her emotional needs, I cannot say that I ever really recognized any. Mores the pity, because that is where I did the damage. Like a bull in China shop, I treated her in ways that I can reflect back on now and realize led to a suicide attempt and two failed marriages for her. On the few times in the past years that we have been together, I can see that she is a hard person. The kind of person I thought it was great to be. A person who could (to paraphrase Hamlet) “suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune and take up arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them.”
I did not realize that sometimes a person needs a shoulder to cry on more than they need arms and arrows. Could I go back and be a different dad, I would do so in a heartbeat. Alas, I have not found the time machine to take me back to undo the many hurts I caused by trying to ignore feelings. I wish I could say that I never do so anymore, but that would make everything in my final will and testament “One Big Lie.” If nothing else, I want to tell the truth. Perhaps the truth that I tell can set someone else free.
Next Reflection:
- These are my life’s Achievements
If you have gone this far with “My Final Will and Testament” you will not need the introduction that I have used for the past 9 Reflections. If this is your first visit to my series of fourteen reflections than I suggest that you go back to number one and start there. This link will take you to the first reflection in my series: “
Last year at my 40
Am I a very happy person? Most of my friends would probably say no. My sufferings though are mostly self-inflicted. My thoughts on the life that I should have lived haunt me. Try as I might I can’t let go of the things I fucked up in this world. I can’t even forget the teacher in the third grade who told me to, “Shut my mouth and stop singing.” Seventy years later and it feels like if I try to sing, something awful will happen to me. I would rather jump off of a cliff than sing a note.
One day, I had to go out to do a repo on a guy who bought a TV set and was not making his payments. I went to the poor section of town and walked up to the address I had been given. It looked like maybe a three-room small bungalow. The yard was gated, and I looked for a dog. Not seeing any, I opened the gate and walked up to the front door. There was a screen door. The main door was open, and I could see into the house. I knocked loudly on the door as there was no doorbell. I could see a living room and a kitchen. Out of the kitchen, a large man started coming to the door. As he drew closer, I could see he had no legs. He was missing both legs and was walking with two crutches. He asked me what I wanted. I hesitated and then answered “Sorry, I must have the wrong house.” I went back to my office and quit the same day. I figured he needed the TV more than my company needed the money. I could not do a job that required me to take from poor people what little they had in life.
Aging Capriciously 