The Game of Life - Revisit
Another old familiar [somewhat silly] post, written back in May 7th, 2003. Do you find it 'comforting' simply to look back in time? No matter how good or bad the situation was... To think back on how happy or lucky you were at one time, or maybe a dark period that you went through and now you're finally over it. Sometimes I find looking back can be so comforting and safe--a familiar place, but I try not to do it too much. It isn't real anymore. It happened and I'm only grateful.
The Game must go on.
No, not the Milton Bradley version. The version we called our very own. What is it? No one knows, some people claimed that they do, then again, everyone has their own 2 cents.
People say: Live the moment! and people also say: Life is what you make it!, yeah, something like that... Or what about Just Live!, or Live / Choose Life!... I dunno, every thing is true and not, everything is cliché, yet there's always something to entertain us...
I question a lot of things, I might not have answers, but I usually end up finding something appropriate along the way. Most of the times I find myself more puzzling than life itself. Life isn't the question, I think we are!
Life is happening, and truth is what I'm thinking about right this second! I've read somewhere said that: We're all living in the past, the present, and the future all at the same time... One's probably thinking: No durr!, and yet the saying [or is this a cliché?] is so simple and yet profound, it's something to think about... A happy errie thought.
I love thinking and not thinking. I just love what I love. To be free and be able to do whatever I please. I'm much in a better position than a whooooole lotta people I know, and I'm forever grateful for that. Life is what it is, no matter how successful and charming or the poor and the 'pathetic loser' that you think you are, or how 'unmeaningful' you think your existence is to others... It's your life, and it's just as good as any other's.
...when I die, I'll be nothing. At least it's the 'nothing' that I can come close to comprehend. I imagine [and the world 'imagine' is certainly an understatement! What are the words that surpass 'beyond imagination'?!?] myself transparent... not being... Whatever I may become, whatever I may be - the room so bright, the place so brilliantly white [or maybe a blinding black?] that I won't be able to see myself... something unfamiliar... That last appearing / disappearing act!
Somewhere along those lines would be my interpretation of an individual leaving the earth, or is that the start of life? The end isn't the beginning, and the beginning is not the end. Here, the end is the end, and the beginning, it just is. I think the middle is where I want to be...
...and I think I'm there!