I want to be meant for great things. Even if that's not what life has planned for me.
No. Actually, I'd like to go about my life without knowing what's in store for me. See, I have this habit of making a mess of things when I know the end game.
That right there is the wonderful thing about life. No matter how much you think you know what will happen, you'll always be missing something.
I absolutely hate regrets and go out of my way to remind myself of this. Why? Because I do have regrets. Terrifyingly, ginormous regrets that I wish I could take back. But you know what stops me from saying, 'I wish I hadn't....' or 'I wish I could change that....'?
All of those decisions were little tests for me and I can't take back the way I 'answered them'. There are no remedial tests in life. There are bonus tests to take but no redoes. [Definitely not in the conventional way]
Every single decision I've made in my life has led up to this moment and all future decisions will lead up to the end.
Sometimes it seems like I'm justifying my mistakes but in a rather confusing way, I'm not.
If I had done things differently, who would I have become? That parallel universe me would not be ME. Hey, I'm not the sum of my mistakes, but I sure as hell am not the sum of my triumphs.
Life is like an invisible house maid. As I go about making a mess of things, it's always there, cleaning up after me.
There's this one line from A Short History of Nearly Everything by Bill Bryson (A book that I still haven't gotten around to finishing. But that is a story for another day.)
I can't remember it exactly but it was about everything that had to go right in order for you to be breathing right now.
//I'm having a tough time not being able to find that line from the book so I'll just share two other quotes.*
“Not one of your pertinent ancestors was squashed, devoured, drowned, starved, stranded, stuck fast, untimely wounded, or otherwise deflected from its life's quest of delivering a tiny charge of genetic material to the right partner at the right moment in order to perpetuate the only possible sequence of hereditary combinations that could result -- eventually, astoundingly, and all too briefly -- in you.”
“It is a slightly arresting notion that if you were to pick yourself apart with tweezers, one atom at a time, you would produce a mound of fine atomic dust, none of which had ever been alive but all of which had once been you.”
*Did I just use // to write a comment like in coding? What's happening to me?
Also, if you'd like to read the book: GoodReads
No. Actually, I'd like to go about my life without knowing what's in store for me. See, I have this habit of making a mess of things when I know the end game.
That right there is the wonderful thing about life. No matter how much you think you know what will happen, you'll always be missing something.
I absolutely hate regrets and go out of my way to remind myself of this. Why? Because I do have regrets. Terrifyingly, ginormous regrets that I wish I could take back. But you know what stops me from saying, 'I wish I hadn't....' or 'I wish I could change that....'?
All of those decisions were little tests for me and I can't take back the way I 'answered them'. There are no remedial tests in life. There are bonus tests to take but no redoes. [Definitely not in the conventional way]
Every single decision I've made in my life has led up to this moment and all future decisions will lead up to the end.
Sometimes it seems like I'm justifying my mistakes but in a rather confusing way, I'm not.
If I had done things differently, who would I have become? That parallel universe me would not be ME. Hey, I'm not the sum of my mistakes, but I sure as hell am not the sum of my triumphs.
Life is like an invisible house maid. As I go about making a mess of things, it's always there, cleaning up after me.
There's this one line from A Short History of Nearly Everything by Bill Bryson (A book that I still haven't gotten around to finishing. But that is a story for another day.)
I can't remember it exactly but it was about everything that had to go right in order for you to be breathing right now.
//I'm having a tough time not being able to find that line from the book so I'll just share two other quotes.*
“Not one of your pertinent ancestors was squashed, devoured, drowned, starved, stranded, stuck fast, untimely wounded, or otherwise deflected from its life's quest of delivering a tiny charge of genetic material to the right partner at the right moment in order to perpetuate the only possible sequence of hereditary combinations that could result -- eventually, astoundingly, and all too briefly -- in you.”
“It is a slightly arresting notion that if you were to pick yourself apart with tweezers, one atom at a time, you would produce a mound of fine atomic dust, none of which had ever been alive but all of which had once been you.”
~
Do you know how lucky I am to be lazy? I am somewhat of a perfectionist (stress on somewhat). Sometimes I find it hard to do anything until everything is in order or neat and clean. I have these little quirks like I 'can't do this before I do that' and it really doesn't make much sense.
If I wasn't so lazy, I would constantly be stressing over every minute detail of my life.
If I wasn't so lazy, I would constantly be stressing over every minute detail of my life.
~
So thanks, life. If it wasn't for you, I'd be a complete mess.
*Did I just use // to write a comment like in coding? What's happening to me?
Also, if you'd like to read the book: GoodReads
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