One phase of life passes way too soon and I see what I should have seen 20 years ago. Isn’t that how it happens to all of us? Then another phase of life approaches and I feel like a teenager just starting out into life. Happy and giddy and scared and breathless and reckless and lost. How does that happen? Then I lose a major part of my life and I feel like I’m in the middle of the Pacific Ocean frantically searching for a life -raft, a piece of passing driftwood, anything that would keep me afloat and out of the reach of sharks or any other man-eater. Then I wake up at 40 and realize I’ve turned into a man-eater myself. How did THAT happen?
Around this corner I can have a safe, secure, boring as hell existence. The only thing I’d give up is freedom, individuality, free will, excitement, and any sense of fun I may have ever had.
And around this corner I can have a life filled with excitement, risk, thrilling highs and soul-breaking lows. For the rest of the foreseeable future.
I don’t even think that’s a question. Of COURSE I’ll take the life of highs and lows and risks and excitement and heartbreak and euphoria and everything unpredictable in life.
Ok, carry on.