“I do not wish for immortal glory. Nor to have my name etched in histories unbreakable stone. All that I seek is keep moving forwards, to become better. Not the best, just better because it’s all I can do in this life.”
In response – “So why don’t you then?”
How many times have you heard people talk a good game only to 180 on their own altruistic and nobel words.
It’s easy to talk the talk, yet actually putting one foot in front of the other, well that’s where shit gets hard.
So many are ‘could have beens’ in this life.
They waste their natural gifts because it’s easier to embrace the fantasy of ‘what if’ or ‘if only’ instead of embracing the bitter reality of ‘what is’.
A lot of people I know talk about what they want, some even go as far as getting it and then upon the realisation that it doesn’t solve all their problems they react in one of two ways.
Those who fall in to the comfort zone of the first try to live of their minor achievement for the rest of their days, and for a time it works yet eventually people get tired of listening to stories of their glory days because they’re so far in the past they’re not longer relevant.
The people who sink in to the sands of regression.
It is for those people I truly feel for.
Getting that which they sought the most, hoping it would fix everything only to find it didn’t and that intact the problem wasn’t something they could fix externally and that it was something deep inside all along.
Something that was broken, that needed to be accepted and perhaps even leg go of, alas it’s too late for that now.
In a panic they try to regain what they now feel is lost and try to regress to their former self, yet all the end up doing is becoming a shadow of that and fall even deeper in to their own self cerated abyss and hell.
Life is always going to be about choice.
With choice comes a direction and all that we can hope is that it takes us forwards.
True enough some will take us sideways, yet even those are better than staying still, however none can lead us backwards because like the retro games of the past you can only move forwards and that which came before is now cut off forever.
Unlike a game though life has no reset button and you have to live with your decision, like it or not that’s how life goes.
How many times have you wanted to go back?
Once, twice, hundreds?
In any of these lamenting moments did you ever stop and ask yourself why you wanted to go back?
Was it because that pain and suffer was familiar and that you’d developed just enough coping mechanisms to allow survival or was it because of something else, cowardice & fear perhaps?
My dear people who read these ramblings, do you resonate with any of the above or is it just me in my madness who has felt this?
Either way take heed of my words, you can only move forwards and regardless of wether you do or you don’t everything else will because time waits for no one.