That's all it is, folks. This is all we have. Precious moments. We can savor the strawberry, or we can fret about the tigers.
As I mentioned before, Spring was when my two most significant relationships began, and the longer of the two lasted about two and a half years. It is long over and recovered from, and I seldom think of it anymore, but it has crossed my mind more often than usual over the past few weeks--probably because this time of year was when it began.
When I think back on it, the only thing I regret was the time I spent trying to prove to him that he didn't love me as much as he thought he did, that I loved him more than he loved me. I regret worrying about most of the things I worried about, and letting my insecurity cloud my appreciation for what was there. It was not perfect, and we were certainly wrong for each other as long term partners, having different values on all of the things the experts agree are needed for a lasting relationship--money, religion, politics, etc. I think I always knew this, which may have been why I spent most of it focused on tigers rather than the strawberry.
But all of that worry, that focus on what was wrong, was pointless, in the final analysis. I might as well have just enjoyed it for what it was, when it was. Or just let it go, if there was no longer a strawberry. There are always going to be tigers.