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LIFE IS A PLAY – BE YOUR OWN PLAYWRIGHT

Wednesday Aug. 22, 2018

Ideas and ideals are nearly the same things – just one letter different. Yet, I wonder, could they be more confusing sometimes?

This is like a stage play, one where we are watching ourselves from front row seats.

A play has, typically, three acts. A couple of scenes in each. Might be one actor. More often many actors.  Like life. Some people live it in one act (following the path set for them), in one scene (not straying far from birthplace) without any plot twists (no drama). Most of us have the illusion of many scenes, many acts – and no shortage of drama.

All of which, of course, is predicated on what we want, who we want to be, on what we believe has value …

Now, for a change of pace and a twist of fate: meet someone new worth knowing

Go to a meeting – or bump into someone while rounding a street corner – and you’ll open a Pandora’s box of things you’d never imagined. I was telling a story the other day about meeting my first wife on a blind date. That was Friday night. I had another blind date that Saturday night. Imagine how life would be different – not the whole world, but my world, if meetings of people had turned out differently. The chance that any of us might be here is really a random math exercise.

We are rare and random and burn out quickly – we scarcely last a century; let’s not waste time not tasting life, let’s not waste time missing the boat, missing the point or missing someone we ought to meet and get to know.

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Awesome. While I can’t remember anything from birth to 5 years old I have no problems recalling grade one forward till now. Whether I blocked it or not but I'm sure it had to be because of my traumatic upbringing. Stuff I remember from age 6 and up I truly wished I didn't. All in the journey of life they say, MJ, Calgary, AB


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