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Water Under The Bridge Life Moves On

Water Under The Bridge Life Moves On
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I have come to the conclusion living life is like watching water pass under a bridge.  One side of the bridge is when we were born, the other side is when we die.  As we walk along the bridge of life we look around, and look down at the water.  The water is our memories.  The potholes on the bridge are the problems we run into.

It seems like only a few months ago my kids were born and brought home from the hospital.

My youngest son is 19 years old, got married a few weeks ago and is in the navy.

My oldest son is 26 years old.

My daughter turned 17 years old in 2013.

Where has the time gone?

When I graduated high school in 1986 I thought I was going to go out into the world and strike it rich.  I honestly believed that my hard work and dedication would be rewarded.  Little did I know that what I had been told was a lie.  Between 1986 and 1999 I worked in various welding shops in southeast Texas.  It all seems like a blur now.  Waking up at 2:30 am, leaving the house at 3:00 am to be at work at 3:30 am.  Then working 3:30 am – 3:30 pm, 7 days a week for 4 weeks, 6 weeks, 8 weeks,,,, at a time.

I finally got tired of being exploited for poverty level wages and decided to leave the welding field.

My 4 children were born between 1987 and 1996.  Here we are in 2013 and all of my kids are just about grown.

One of the potholes in life is when we look back and dwell on the sad things.  Why do we spend so much time thinking about things we regret?

As we stand on the bridge of life, why do we dwell on the ripples that have passed under the bridge?  Shouldn’t we be looking forward to throwing the next rock into the water and watching the new ripples we create?

If our life is like a bridge, and our experiences is the water, what are the things we throw into the water?

Some people are content to watch the water flow under the bridge, while others look for rocks to throw in and see what happens.

Some people are content to walk along the bridge of life and not throw any rocks in.  Some throw as many as they can in, some only throw the largest rocks they can find, while others throw handfuls of small rocks.

My theory is the rocks we throw into the river are the decisions we make in life.  Some decisions make a big splash, some make a tiny splash, and some we wish we would have never thrown.

If there is one thing life has taught me, there is no use in dwelling over rocks I have thrown in the river of life.  Once the rock has been thrown there is no taking it back.  We can not jump off the bridge, retrieve the rock and throw it again.  Once the rock has been thrown, it can never be retrieved.  No amount of regret, nor any amount of sorrow will bring the rock back.

Memories are like the ripples which slowly fade away.

I am under the impression that it is better to throw the rocks, create a splash, and have the memories, then to make it to the other side of the bridge and wish I had thrown a few rocks.  For once we reach the other side of the bridge there is no going back.

At 45 years old I often think about what I have done with my life.  What have I done besides walk half-way across the bridge?  Where have I left my mark in the river?

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Kevin Felts was born and raised in southeast Texas, graduated from Bridge City high school Bridge City Texas, and attended Lamar College in Port Arthur Texas. Hobbies include fishing, hiking, hunting, blogging, sharing his politically incorrect opinion, video blogging on youtube, survivalism and spending time with his family. In his free time you may find Kevin working around the farm, building something, or tending to the livestock
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