Between the pleasure and the grief

I just remembered the line from Bryan Duncan's song how to recognize a lover from a thief from out of the blue:

"how long, how long will you suffer, caught between the pleasure and the grief?

how long? how long till you recognize a lover from a thief?"

As the years roll on top of another I try to balance looking back and looking forward, since I do not want my memories overtaking me dreams. I nevertheless take stock of my position, where I stand now and what I've accomplished. And I wish I was happier, but I'm not.

What were the wrong choices, and what were the right ones? While the final analysis is yet to come, the milestone of the present may be an indication of the rightness or the wrongness of a choice, or a series of choices, that I have made.