When I have to make an important decision, I always end up in a though pattern – a cycle of consecutive thoughts that repeats itself over and over without ever bringing me closer to an answer. And then I remind myself that there isn’t a perfect choice, not even one that is better than the rest. There is only the choice I end up making. There is no path laid out for the options I don’t choose.
I don’t know. But it seems that sometimes, it is those who are considered weak that are left to pick up the pieces when those who thought themselves strong have fought each other to the ground.
This is one of the first things I posted when I started this blog in 2011. Reading it again today kind of struck a chord and I decided to post it again.
We live, we laugh, we love and we long to be loved. We fail, we fall, we falter….and just sometimes, we succeed. We all make mistakes and forget to consider that as part of what we should do. What we do now may not be important in the years to come, but it is part of the journey. The memories we look back on is all just fractions of a time that use to be now. To use John Lennon’s words: “Life happens while we’re making other plans”. We plan for the future, we live for tomorrow, we work for better days, but what we forget is that life may pass us by and when tomorrow does come you’ve wasted so much time getting there that you might have nothing to show for your journey. So why not live life while planning it, why not embrace everyday as if it was the day you were planning for, why not make the journey worth while, because when you never get to tomorrow, when the future is not so perfect as what you hoped for, when better days don’t show up when you expected them to, the way you lived will be more than you could ever get from any destination.
There is few things I like quite as much as a good story.
I’m not talking about a story well written. I’m not referring to excellent directing, clever camera angles or good portrayal of characters by actors. Not even about suspense that makes the reader/viewer unable to stop even in the absence of a good story line.
If you take all of those things away and the the bare story remaining is still good, that’s what I’m talking about.
“For what it’s worth… it’s never too late, or in my case too early, to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit. Start whenever you want. You can change or stay the same. There are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you’ve never felt before. I hope you meet people who have a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you’re not, I hope you have the courage to start over again.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald
It’s like filing, for organisms!
I don’t have a problem with not being married. I have a problem with the pity people have for me because I’m not married.
I feel that I’ve been dealt a pretty shitty hand of cards to play the game of life.
“You can keep on going with them” Annie said panting. ”I just quickly want to catch my breath” She stopped to sit down on a boulder next to the hiking trail. “I’ll catch up with you guys”
André had already stopped when he saw her slowing down. He joined her in the shade of the tree she was sitting under. “We’re in no hurry, take you time” He handed her his water bottle.
“Thanks” she said, as her breathing started to settle down. She took a few big swigs of water and handed back his bottle. “I probable should not have agreed to come along ” she said apologetically. “I guess I just really wanted to spend time with you.”. Continue reading