I’m going to be 25. I was thinking (try and not faint) the other day about life, mortality, death and Muppets when I came to the realization that I have 75 percent of my life left to live. According to most sources I’ve secured my values, beliefs, morals and religious ideals in bedrock cornerstone by this time and am well on my way towards a well developed and fulfilling life.
I declare bull poopery!
Not that I’m not living a dream. I’m alive. I have a good paying job. I live in a amazingly nice part of town although my brother made the observation that most of the people he saw while he was in town were people who were still recovering from the flower power days. His words, not mine. I have a car. I have a family who mostly loves me and I love in the
It’s weird being 25 years old. You see many of your friends getting married, having children and moving into homes, condos and apartments and settling down. Most of my friends have graduated from college and are now fully integrated in the rat race. Many of my peers are alarmingly successful in life or at least that’s what Facebook tells me.
It’s a pendulum of emotions when you reflect back on your life. Had I stayed in college and suffered it out rather than running from school to school until I decided to take a year off and then found myself taking five years off and seemingly stuck in perpetual cycle of going back to school and running straight back after finding out night classes are a drain on the power of the already taxed and small mind I inhabit.
Then you swing Tarzan style to the other side where you find my visit to the
So I look back on the 25 years and find myself wondering what would have been different had I made simple choices to take a different highway or side street. I realize life could have been very different for me but reality is it wouldn’t have been this life. Sometimes I doubt myself as to the choices I’ve made and as I get closer to my 25 year on this planet I can’t help but think about it.
I also have to realize that this life is the one I have. The one God gave me. And if I don’t like it or I continually pine for what could have been…I suspect the big man would have a few words for me up to and including, “suck it up.”
So I can remember, imagine and wonder. But in the end I have to accept this life and path I’m on. Because it’s the only one I get.
Unless God has hidden a “reset” button somewhere around here.
On April 2nd, I celebrate 25 years alive. See here for details on the show and more to come.
