I wrote this on my Nanny’s birthday, January 25th 2022. She would have been 103. Would have been. That’s such a strange phrase, don’t you think? Would have been ____, okay so why not, whatever, now? Well, for my Nanny it’s because she passed away just before her 92nd birthday.
It would have been nice if this was the only reason we ever used this phrase – would be, to use a better tense. However, we all use it in, maybe, too many ways. Ways that feel more negative than positive. Almost, like a sigh.
A dream phrasing of – what could have been. Something missing from today’s life. A regret. A broken promise. A failing.
I would have been, would have been, what? A contender? Sounds clicheic. I don’t want my life to be a cliché.
I won’t think about what could have been or what would have been anymore.
Time is constantly running and I want my life to be full of positive energy and not dreamed regrets. I actually don’t have any regrets because life happens no matter what we could, should, or would. I’m doing my best and so are you.
One day some will say – ___ would have been ___ today, but they were always ___.
I want to always be an always. Coulda, woulda, shoulda – nah, they’re something I choose not to live.
