Usually I try to avoid worrying about wasted potential.
I have too much else to occupy my mind.
I have people to look after.
But the disappointment is there. Illness struck at fifteen, and I was unable to regain my place in the World.
It would be unhealthy to dwell on such things, but on occasion it is difficult to ignore, and the emotions can overwhelm me.
I do not mean Ambition. I simply refer to exploring your gifts, and life providing the opportunities for that to happen.
I do not refer to the need to be wealthy or recognised.
I just mean the inner understanding that I used my potential.
I sometimes feel that I do little more than mark time, or housework.