I’m not upset about this realization, or pessimistic observation, I’m just trying to accept some things.
As a child, teenager and even up until a few years ago, I would sometimes think my life wasn’t fair. That’s petty, selfish and totally illogical. If life followed a plan we wouldn’t be passionate, brave, daring, hopeful or hungry for life. We would coast allowing “the plan” to unfold. Granted some people do have everything mapped out for themselves. And their plan actually works out. But what was that price? Did they put off everything else in their journey? Did they isolate themselves to avoid drama and distractions? I dated a girl in High School and she followed her plan. Is she happy now? I think she is still alone, but maybe due to guys like me she dated, she is happier? Even when her parents divorce like mine did years before, she ignored the drama and kept focused on her end game.
Some people have zero plans. They just wake up and go with it. Either by choice, fate, apathy, mental illness, or feel there is no hope and way to change things. They just accept it. Are some of them happy? Any regrets there? I expected to have both parents and my family live forever. We would continue gathering whenever for whatever. I would stay in my birthplace state….forever. Everyone would be happy and content.
The school summer vacations would last for what felt like an entire year. The farmer next door would continue to plant crops in the field behind us, I would explore the woods every day, and build snow until I couldn’t feel my feet anymore.
Dad and I would fish quiet hidden streams, I would play with my childhood friends forever.
None of this happened. Before I was 15, all of it changed. Death, divorce, illness, moving a thousand miles away…no more change of seasons, or the comforting silence of snow on the ground. So what do I do with this “Cursed life”? Looking back at my person debris field, I see that somehow kept going. I truly do apologize for another blog post about this…. But it’s helping me, to grow, to understand, to accept and maybe…just maybe, let go of some of that history that haunts me.
I tried so hard to erase parts of me that I don’t want to revisit, remember or continue to exist with. But at the same time, that’s exactly what I do. I chain myself to the past. I gives me pause, punishment, guilt, pain, regret….It nudges me into indecision, hesitation, creates a bias.
What would I be like if “The Plan” stayed the course? Would I like the guy in the mirror? Would he have made less bad decisions, lost less friends, drank less, spend less, be more confident and less afraid? Would he have joined the military? And then see the world? Or would he have stayed in his little sleepy farm town with no urge to improve, to fight back, to make amends to himself or others? Just existing until the next page was turned for him?
Would he be this deeply morose and sometimes depressed middle-aged man trying to find purpose and the will to let things go for a change? Would his medicine cabinet have less bottles to help him get through the dark times? Would the aches and pains be less, could he sleep more that “X” amount of hours on a good night?
Or….maybe this was the plan all along. Did God plan this for me? Or is it because he obviously knows life isn’t perfect. But we have free will, we can decided how to respond to whatever comes our way. We decide the next move. Who to love, forgive, and when to let go of them when they leave us too soon.
Once I can accept that fact, and not the fallacy that I was robbed of something….maybe I can breath a little easier again, sleep another minute undisturbed.
As they say, count your blessings and not the misfortunes.