Hello there folks!
I’ve been having trouble coming up with good topics for you guys! I know, who’d have thought! I mean, was going to write something about whatever word popped into my head (the word was basket) but I didn’t really feel like making a silly story or whatever based around laundry or wicker things.
And then I started remembering the finality of things. As in, classes I took, ages and epochs in my life and some such. And I had those thoughts, “Dang, I’m never going back there again,” or “I’ll never get to do that again,” and blah blah blah. Yeah, kind of grim stuff, you know? Not exactly happy “ways to stay entertained on the drive home” thoughts. Booooo.
But that’s it. It’s going to happen. You’ll look back and realize, that that part of your life is over. You can’t go back to high school or college or anything like that. You can try to go back to elementary school, but unless you’re Billy Madison, it’s going to land you in an institution at best. That old part time job? Nope, done. Hangouts with your friends on lazy summer days, no responsibilities, with all the time in the world? Sadly, those are gone too.
Things end, and then that’s it. Sometimes they are not to be experienced again. it is just a fact of life, one best not to obsess over.
“Well, that’s rather grim, wouldn’t you say?” Yes, I would say. I would say so indeed. But look at you now. Look. That’s all that you’ve done. The things you’ll never do again. The things you will do again. The people you’ll never see again, and the people you will see again. That’s your history. You can’t change it. You can fake it in front of people who don’t know better, certainly. For a time, at least. Someone’ll figure it out though. I mean, just look at reddit. They’re after you, OP.
And all that’s been done, you can think about it. The bad, the good. It’s there, and it will always be there. Maybe you enjoyed then. Well, you can enjoy it now, too. Reminiscing and all that.
But that’s just the past. Think about this. You’ve met all these people and done all these things. Well, what do you want to do now? What people are you going to meet tomorrow? The next day? The day after that? What are you going to do? I don’t know. Do you know? I sure don’t. And that right there is key. You can’t control what you’ve done in the past, but you can control what you do in the future. It’s yours to shape. I mean, sure, you’re not going to make any insane changes in one day. It’s less like sculpting a figure from clay, and more sculpting a figure from a block of marble. Anything could be in the marble, anything at all. It’s up to you to let it out, chip by chip, piece by piece. And it’s going to be slow. Incredibly slow. There’s no shortcuts. Whatever’s hidden in that stone is waiting to come out. And everything you’ve done is there too.
I’m not sure, but I think it’s kind of a hopeful thought. You don’t know what’s there, but every step you take gets you a little bit closer to finding out. And every action you take with purpose helps whatever is inside be a little bit closer to what you want it to be. Okay, so maybe you’re trying to metaphorically sculpt your life into the shape of a giant hamburger. Sesame seed bun, maybe some ketchup, the meat inside. So you take steps, but fate gets in the way and you never quite get there. When you’re done, you realize that the ketchup is barbecue sauce and the meat is pulled pork instead. Is it necessarily what you wanted? No, but it’s still a heck of a good sandwich. Does that make it any less than the cheeseburger? Not at all. If you hadn’t tried, maybe you’d have gotten a spamburger or block of wood between two pieces of rye toast. Pulled pork is definitely a better end result. Granted, if you can’t eat pork, replace that with a grilled cheese, or some perfectly edible foodstuff for you. The pork isn’t the point, it’s that you didn’t get what you expected, or thought you wanted and it turned out okay.
Hmm, yeah, I don’t really know where I was coming from with this one. Every now and then you get some interesting thoughts while driving home late at night. If only I’d been doing this back when I was at school, driving six hours to my parents’ house when vacation ended and began again. The thoughts then alone would have made for some interesting topics. I guess I should have written them down eh?
Now where’s my chisel?