Sunday, April 24, 2011
Can you peel back veneer to see what lies beneath it?
Thank you, Anonymous reader! I appreciate your feedback on one of my previous posts! I find renewed cause to continue (mostly because I've been slack with this thing for the last few years).
And here I am at the bane of my existence: settling in for a long day's foray into unknown-hood. I have something to do, to present, the parameters of which are essentially unknown to me right now. Yet, somehow, I intend to come through with flying colors. It's no easy thing though, to brazenly walk into the firing squad and say "shoot me" without batting an eyelash. So to speak. Yet that is what I have to do. Well, maybe the firing squad is shooting blanks. And doesn't have guns. And isn't REALLY a firing squad...
But the point is that I'm not 100% confident I will be prepared for this thing, and I'm sure a lot of other people aren't when they have something to do, too. At this point, I have to apologize to normal readers for my seeming "stiff upper lip" style blog post this time.
The point is, we all have to do things we don't really want to - but we always make it through. Let me tell you a story.
Once upon a time (not that long ago), I sat somewhere in Japan, thinking to myself how did I get here? Not that Talking Heads, "Once in a Lifetime," kind of question, no... but literally, how did I end up in that place at that time. Questions like this are hard-answered because it takes a while to gather the courage and look inside and examine the choices you've made.
The obvious answer is "a plane brought me here." (Insert sound of one hand clapping, dripping with sarcasm.) Okay, well, good. But why did the rest of it happen? In the case of the plane, I made a reservation for a certain day, place and time to be on the plane. I just had to make sure that I was there and the rest would take care of itself.
Suddenly, I realized that was the answer for the question, "How did I get here?" It was all plans and executions of some kind. Cause and effect for the older crowd. At that point, I saw that EVERYTHING that happened was like that. I realized that at some point in the future, I would be saying that again, thinking about this same topic and I would have the answer. I realized that - in the future - I didn't have anything to be afraid of anymore. Because my future was a result of my past and if... IF... I made good decisions, there would be no problem.
But that doesn't mean I won't get insomnia from time to time.
