Regretless

Why should I live with regrets?
Why should life pull me, attached with strings, through the mud?
I guess I'm feeling a need to embrace God and hold to that relationship.
in Timothy somewhere it says to not forget about the gift that God gave you when you were prayed for, implying there is continually something more than just an initial spiritual high and then it's a done deal. I believe God wants us to chase him into a jungle of uncertainty, a very wild place, and keep hungering for unmentionable good fruits and my favorite, eggnog.
Why should we give up this fight? This plight? Lose Sight.
I've been through an interesting experience in the last month, and I'm learning about what relationships are all about and what they're not. It's been a cold, dark place that scarcely draws light on any deserving areas of passion.
I think love can be shared through honesty and being quiet--these are forms of wisdom.
So what I'm really craving is to become wise and still be small enough to call God my daddy. That is who he is after all, and I forget that he loves being that and that I mean so much to him. I've abandoned my daddy so that I can feel good about myself and keep a good image.
Why must I?
Why am I refusing to leave this little clearing that exposes the sky, deep within the dense jungle foliage? This place where I am right now, it's lacking adventure and devotion to my journey to a greater place. I get so caught up in what good fortune has fallen in my lap, and I dismiss my best friend Jesus so that I can bathe in the temporary highs of today as the stars in the clearing come clearer into view.
Lets leave this circle of ridiculous wonderment--my feet are sticking to the ground and my stride is slowed and the take off is slow. But I'm heading out into the dimly lit woods, so that I can chase my Lord into continually strange places--which bring fulfillment and healing from aches.