There are times in our lives when we can’t help but look back with hindsight. As I go through one of those periods at the moment, I’ve been reflecting on the nature of hindsight itself. Its meaning, its value, its implications.

Hindsight is about looking back, but it is more than just remembering. It is about looking back and allowing ourselves to understand the past with more clarity than we had at the time, whether that past was some years ago or only yesterday.

Our natural inclination is to use hindsight to prompt questions.

There are questions about the path we have followed: What would I have done differently, given what I know now? Would I have made different choices? Would I be a different person?

And there are questions about our relationships: Did I do enough? Have I met others’ expectations of me – especially those of my parents? Could I have been a better child, or spouse, or parent, or friend?

When asked to look back with hindsight, my inclination has always been to respond that no, I wouldn’t have changed a thing. And while I’ve been thinking more deeply about this lately, I still find myself giving the same answer. For me, hindsight is not about getting stuck in “what-if?” – to have chosen a different path would have been to live a different life, and I’m very thankful for the life I have.

But none of that is to say that we can’t use hindsight to learn lessons from the past. In fact, this sort of self-reflection is an important part of building our emotional health: drawing on our past selves to know more about our present self. Understanding more clearly why we took a particular path, and the impact that choice had on ourselves and those around us, is a part of self-realisation.

In this sense hindsight becomes a place to visit, but not to dwell in for too long. It might change the way we act in future, or it might not (at least consciously). Hindsight is a gift, not a burden; it’s a ticket to a more enlightened future, not a chain holding us back. Hindsight needs acknowledgement, but ultimately we need to look to the future.

When I look back with hindsight now, with my father and now my mother having both recently passed away, it isn’t about blaming myself, or wishing for something different. There is a longing there, certainly. A yearning, perhaps, that there might have been more time. But as much as this sort of hindsight can hurt, it’s also a reminder of the importance of being present, of always living in the moment and being grateful for what I have had in the past and for what I have now.

In loving memory of my mum, Pat (Patricia) Henderson, who passed away peacefully on Saturday, June 16, 2012.

Gayle