Stone Circle I will touch the rain with all I have

She wondered what it would be like to live without regrets. To regret was akin to breathing for Reverie; it was automatic, a part of her so deeply ingrained that she could hardly imagine how she might begin to extract it. Yet Gunnar seemed so content, she couldn't quite keep the green tinge of envy from her thoughts. The picture he painted of his past was not all gold and roses, however. Maybe that was the trick; maybe it was like when she had realized that not every moment can be beautiful. If she could only truly accept that, maybe she would be better off.
I wish I could be more like you, Reverie sighed finally. I guess I'll have to get old first. It seemed like the only way, truly! How could she begin to grasp the weight of his lessons without first living the experiences behind them? She could hear, and she could tuck it away in her heart the way she did everything Gunnar said, but it didn't make it effective or meaningful to the deepest parts of her. She wasn't sure how to handle that part, exactly.