A FICTIONAL LIFE IS NOT REAL
Tuesday, September 22, 2020
Youth is a valuable thing.
We’ve all heard that cliché, “Too bad youth is wasted on the young,” which is running through my veins these days.
I don’t think I’m having a mid-life crisis or a crisis of confidence.
Yet, I’m feeling emboldened by some things I’ve learned recently about myself and about the nature of others. And I realize everything that didn’t work out well for me is not my mother’s fault, or because I was born into the wrong family, or in the wrong century. I could easily conjure up a better life scenario for that imaginary part of my life as it would have unfolded – but it’s just that, a fictional life. These days, as we all experience our first pandemic, we are equivalent in our incapacity to change anything – except for one thing. We can change how we see things that are happening – and we can change our interpretation or understanding of the past.
I can do so much better at everything than I have been.
I better start soon, because before I know it, this pandemic will be over and I’ll have wasted the whole time not doing bold things.
Fiction is fiction.
I thought about getting an imaginary friend (I never had one!) – yet don’t have the time or budget for the head-doctors I would require to sort that out.
It shouldn’t be how we live – even though it is excellent brain-candy time when we imagine how things might have been or how things might have turned out differently if we’d only done something differently – or if someone else had. Well, that’s just crazy-makin’ stuff.
Be bold, don’t hesitate, don’t look back for anything but wisdom.
If we must consume time, we might as well get our body and/or our brain moving at something worthwhile as we wait for something or someone better to show up.
And, nobody has the answers right now – so don’t fret if you don’t have them. Nobody does. Or, maybe, we could ask our imaginary friend for the answer.