Bathers, 1950 by George Tooker
I sometimes look back.
I look at what I was, what I’ve done and what I haven’t done. Why this, why not that?
Everything I see as I look over my shoulder is there for eternity, right or wrong, like it or not. There is no going back, no second chances.
One day I will stand in line stripped of my finery, no longer wrapped in the trappings of self-indulgence. Am I to be judged on what I’ve become, what I might have been or what I was?
Perhaps I will be able to wash away my mistakes.
Perhaps I will be able to wash away my mistakes.
I wonder what lies beyond the doorway.
I wonder.
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and what doorway will one choose and perhaps be sorry for that choice. Excellent.
ReplyDeleteLife is but a lottery.
DeletePersonal reflections can be very confronting. A barrel load of questions with few answers in sight.
ReplyDeleteIndeed they can Gemma. Thanks for your comment.
Deletethe importance of the glance!
ReplyDeleteI love a glance now and then!
Deletea wonderful introspective...good thoughts here
ReplyDeleteA little bit of soul searching does you good! Thanks Michael.
DeleteHi Rosey, behind the door I suspect is more of life to be lived and enjoyed with the knowledge you have picked up along the way...
ReplyDeleteI'd certainly like to think so!
DeleteTouching story of reflection it seems!
ReplyDeleteIt is indeed.
Deletewish someone could wash away his mistakes, but never happens in real life
ReplyDelete...but maybe in the next life. Who knows?
Delete"One day I will stand in line stripped of my finery, no longer wrapped in the trappings of self-indulgence" its a truth of everyones life one day this will happen
ReplyDeleteThat will be one very awkward day! Thanks DEE DEE
DeleteVery thoughtful and introspective. I hope Judgment Day is not like swimming day!
ReplyDeleteMe too! I swim like a brick!
DeleteMaat with her feather , perhaps ...
ReplyDeleteCuriously beguiling; so well written.
ReplyDeleteSooner or later we will face our own fallacies I think..
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