Monday morning

In Current reading, Drafts, Local projects, Synopsis on November 4, 2013 at 7:54 am

“I regret it,” he said. “That’s the problem. I’m sure I took the wrong decision.”

He’s in his early forties. We were talking on the market place about his future prospects.

Wrong decision i.e. one that doesn’t produce the expected results i.e. that makes the previous situation appear the desirable option cast aside in reckless abandon. I sympathized? You bet. Sympathized and rationalized. As in:

Even if this were so. There’s no rewind mecanism. So where do you find the untapped energy to build something else than a mausoleum to your moment of perfection? How do you keep yourself from shrinking into a sour, bitter, resentful dodo? How do you balance the knowledge of all that can (and does) go wrong, save enough of it for occasional caution, and cast the rest of it overboard? How do you know when to pay attention to Cassandra, and when to say: “thanks, Cass. You’re right. Looks like serious trouble brewing on the horizon” – then, make up your own mind if you’ll turn back or settle in next to Cassandra, and take care of her home while she wanders the hills warning everyone of the tragedy rolling in?

Messy, yes?  Life, that is, at the human level. Plus, you only get one – at least, in my understanding.


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