In the quaint, and mysterious manner of synchronicity, a friend posted this over on Tumblr shortly after I had read a passage in a novel on the idea that we do indeed write our own “auto”biography on a day-to-day basis… continually, automatically, and without any real writing taking place.
Our autobiography is the true story of our choices on a day by day, minute by minute basis. While we might influence our choices by our prejudices, thoughts and feelings, those choices make up our life. No matter how we rationalize and justify them, whether we make them in fear or in hope, in wisdom or in ignorance, Each one has its effect on subsequent choices. In his short poem “The Road Not Taken”, Robert Frost wrote, “…Two roads diverged in a wood…“. Two or more roads diverge from our path every moment. The path our footsteps take make all the difference.
Even not making a conscious choice is a choice unto itself… We have merely “gone with the flow”. The risk in that is that it is then all too easy to allow ourselves to blame our life situations on circumstance. No… we have still made the choice to just ride along. Even in a strong current you can direct your own course.
I am facing up to the fact that the next year will probably prove to be, at the very least, a new chapter in my autobiography. Heck, it may be a whole new volume. I will always be writing my own continuing autobiography and living my own life… I would at least like it to be interesting reading.
So, bearing in mind the old Chinese curse “May You Live In Interesting Times“, I sure hope I can make my next choices with judgment not justification, consideration not rationalization, and not out of fear.
Onward thru the fog….