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Life Lesson 101

July 15, 2010 · 15 comments

Illustration Copyright © 2010 Jean Burman

This cartoon was so much fun to do. It brought back a truckload of childhood memories… of me and my little brother playing matchbox cars in the dirt in exchange for playing Barbie dolls and dress ups.  It was a tradeoff brought on by my mother promising me a little sister… and delivering a little brother instead. We eventually settled it amicably enough… and went on to become great playmates and the best of friends!

[B if you're reading this you can kill me later]

Ahhhh…

LIFE

Where on earth would we be without it?

[besides not here… I mean] *wink*

It turns out that what our parents told us… [and we never listened to at all] was true all along…

“Life is short” they said

But back then we couldn’t wait to be all grown up.

As kids we dreamed of having bedtime rights… power over our dinnertime vegetables… and freedom from ever having to eat anything either orange or brown and/or green ever again. We wanted to be big people and we wanted it now!

Remember how long those first 10 years took to go by?

Childhood went on for-ever!

[And here was me thinking that time was supposed to fly when you’re having fun]

But no matter which way you look at it… and despite how magical we might now remember those years to have been… all we really wanted back then was to be all grown up and just like them.

My mother used to always say “stop wishing your life away!”

[I had absolutely no idea what she was talking about - grin]

We kids played dress ups. We traipsed around our imaginary world in our mother’s high-heeled shoes and our father’s old shirts. We played house. We cooked imaginary dinner… we made tea… and went off to imaginary work. We couldn’t wait to grow up!

In our little world it was we who had the last say… just like the big people who really held sway in our lives… and were forever telling us when it was time for bed… and what would happen to us if we didn’t eat our peas!

The teenage years went by a little bit faster [but not much]… and were fraught with an awkwardness that most of us would probably now much rather forget.

At best they were just a means to an end that would bring us one more inconvenient step closer to our desired ideal of being grown up… independent… and magnificent… [IF we deigned to get with the program and hung in there long enough!]

And yes… I did say magnificent [because back then we not only thought it was entirely possible to become our true magnificent selves… we absolutely knew it was only a matter of time before we automatically would!]

When was it [I wonder] that we stopped thinking we could be magnificent?

Hold that thought.

You’ll need it later.

For most people the years after that really begin to wind out. We are now so busy getting on with our new “grown up” life… that we very soon forget to notice that time is literally disappearing before our very eyes… along with our well intentioned dreams… our hopes… and our precisely laid out plans!

From here on in… the daily living of “the necessary life” begins to suck the life right out of the living of it [which incidentally gives real clout to the old adage… “the hurrier I go the behinder I get!”]

For most people the wake up call comes in the midst of life… at a time when our seemingly insurmountable responsibilities and endless challenges reach an all time high. We realise as if for the first time that we have been living our life on an ever faster spinning wheel.

We wake up one morning and look around our lives and wonder where the time went… what happened to our dreams… and wonder why our life now looks so different to the one we had envisioned for ourselves… back in those heady happy days… running around the backyard bogged up to the ankles in our mother’s high heeled shoes!

“We all only have today” my Grandmother used to say.

[I had trouble negotiating this idea as a child…but I could tell by the tone of her voice that the message was a "grave" one - grin]

Did we really wish our lives away?

Or more importantly…

“Are we wasting the time we have right now?

Fortunately it’s never too late to reclaim “the time of your life!”

But let’s do it sooner… rather than later.

Regardless of how old you are… [or how young you might still be for that matter]

There has never been a better time than NOW

To realise your hopes and dreams!

Go on… get out there and

BE AMAZING!

This Post was written in response to a request from fellow Blogger Abubakar Jamil for submissions to his Life Lessons series.  I enjoyed the opportunity to explore and revisit some of the deep and dreamy recesses of my childhood memories here. [Grin] Thank you!

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The road less travelled (nor taken) has been much talked about. But what exactly is it? And where does it lead? Who exactly takes this road… and perhaps more importantly… who doesn’t… and why?

When Robert Frost penned “The Road Not Taken” he could not have known how much interest and speculation his poem would elicit. Although written in the first person as though referring to himself… the poem was actually inspired by his friend and walking companion Edward Thomas. Whilst walking together in the woods… Thomas would often fret about which path to take… and once having committed to the one… still wondered where the other might have led.

Aren’t we all just a little bit like Edward Thomas? ~grin~

THE ROAD NOT TAKEN – Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Whilst popular opinion reads “non-conformity” and aspirations of “forging one’s own path” into Frost’s words… Frost himself described the poem as “tricky”.

And it’s tricky all right!

In the first verse he sizes up both paths.

In the second verse he voices indecision… and acknowledges confusion (whilst one path is grassier… both appear to have about the same amount of wear)

In the third verse he chooses the path (despite both paths appearing equal)… and acknowledges regret that he would never know the other path.

In the fourth verse he speculates (into the future) about his choice… and how having chosen the path he did… it would make all the difference.

Despite the insertion of a sigh (which could be a sigh of relief or regret) he gives no hint if that difference would be good or bad. But let’s face it… even he could not know that yet. I guess it is at this juncture… more of a hopeful thought… or a wish.

This got me thinking:

Maybe the road less taken… was “less taken” for a reason? Afterall… many a headstrong bloody-minded decision was taken in the name of striking out on the independent path… sometimes in the wrong direction!

Funny how people only ever think about the other road… (and what might have been) when they are bored lost or disenchanted with the road they are on. Otherwise they rarely give it a second thought! LOL

Would things have really been much different over on that other road anyway? They would afterall… have still been themselves… albeit having been influenced and shaped by a different set of circumstances and experiences. But who’s to say they wouldn’t have reverted to type anyway… and fallen into the predictable way?

In reality I would venture to say… the road less travelled doesn’t exist. Truth is there are many many roads… as many roads as there are people out there travelling on them!

There are roads for those who would choose to fall into line along a well trodden trajectory… seeking safety in numbers… and comfort in knowing ahead of time the general direction their life will take. And there are roads for those for which this would never do!

We are each of us on our own road… and it’s a road of our own choosing… whether we care to admit it or not! It’s an undeniable fact that at some point along the road to “here”… we chose this way… and there is now no going back!

But who would want to go back? True… we may never learn what lay along the path not taken… but who really cares? Nothing is set in concrete… least of all our life’s journey!

Tomorrow is another path… a new direction… new and better choices… and different opportunities. Whichever road we are on… (and no matter where we are along it)… there will always be another fork in the road… and we should never ever lose sight of it… nor miss the opportunity to take it!

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