Time never stands still nor repeats itself

It's good to look back and see where we've been years after we were there, but to do so with regrets cancels out the positive reason for looking back. It was neither better or worse than now, the difference is the age we were then. Of course we wrote bad poetry, thought we knew more than we did, but we were younger. Today, years hence, we've learned more and if it advanced us further in our journey, good; if it didn't stop fretting and get on the right path toward the direction you were meant to go. And of course, good mental health is the goal of everyone,isn't it?

PS:
The at the seashore accompanies a poem Bad? Of course not. It was right for me at the time I wrote it. Since it isn't dated I can only say it probably was twenty years ago, maybe longer, maybe sooner.
The Words:

Perfect feet rotating / sands of time at intervals of three. / Without bonding. / [what did I mean by that? don't remember] Sending back oceans of truth, / leaving no trace, no path to tell, / where you wade and where you turn / and swoop upward
to the other side: / Starting life anew, / telling nothing of what you plan to do./ Scrub brush in tow/ where you dump. / only the morning after will show.

Thoughts now? No comments only to say were I writing that today I would change some of the wording. Why didn't I? That would make the whole effort of Mental Health Viewpoints a lie. What would I gain, and really, who cares? Those were my thoughts then when I tried to do a water color of earth, ocean and sky. Inept, probably but it was an honest inept effort. Even the umbrella looks like an egg, but if anything about this image looks real, the bird must have been a large one to have laid an egg large enough to shield a woman from the sun!

The truth of those words is as now, they were written down as they were thought or are now being thought. That's not a good idea when we are out to make a good impression on some, we often fret and stress over. But we must also admit sometimes truths ooze out around the edges of the most carefully written sentences.

Why? Because we are imperfect creatures, and mental health demands that we learn how to accept that fact. Tomorrow we have a chance to do better, God willing. I learned those last two words from my father. He was, the same as his daughter, imperfect,but he was wise enough to know who was boss.