People like you and I, though mortal of course like everyone else, do not grow old no matter how long we live...We never cease to stand like curious children before the great mystery into which we were born.
Albert Einstein
Life is magical. All the world is a stage, yet many never take time to wonder about whatever role they have been cast into. I used to simply read the parts handed me, without complaint. It was much easier to conform, but the casting couch only earned me a supporting role with all the responsibility and none of the fame. Then I started to question something quite basic.
Why in the hell was someone so incapable of directing their own actions in charge of mine? Suddenly realizing that I had no real life made everything that came before seem mostly lame, compared to what could have been accomplished if I had been more than wooden. I had allowed so much simply because I did not realize I had a choice.
We all have choices, sometimes we make the right ones and sometimes not. Wisdom usually comes in spurts, often following a tragedy. But to find a life after a lifetime of role playing gives a childlike view of the delights of the world at large. The vastness of the earth we live on, and all the things we miss seeing even if we travel non-stop for a lifetime is beyond imagining. There is knowledge that never gets absorbed no matter how long we put our noses into books.
The choices of destinations and knowledge are unlimited, yet we all too often seem satisfied to stay permanently rooted to one spot in both body and mind. The children in us grows old and careworn, living lives programmed by others. When we cease to wonder life loses some of its wonder. Magical moments become mundane without attention to detail.
Put your nose to windowpane once in awhile and notice your choices. Choose some for the adult inside, but do not forget the child who asks so many questions. Through their eyes you will see the glory of life and embrace its wonder.
THINK ABOUT IT
LET IT GROW
THEN DECIDE
