Ok, you may have to bear with me on this, it’s late at night, and my mind wanders. Actually, I can’t blame it on that. First of all, my mind has been wandering since about 1983, so if anyone sees it, please either report back to me how it’s doing, or retrieve it, and mail it back to me. Where was I? Oh yeah, mind wandering…….
Do you ever wonder if your world is the same world everyone else is living in? Sometimes I wonder if this world exists just for me? And if your world exists, just for you? You know what I mean?
What if, every action we take, or every decision we make, shaped the world in which we know it. I’m not talking like, if you wouldn’t have gone to that concert you never would have gotten pregnant, and if you never would’ve gotten pregnant, you never would have been driving home from the doctor that one day, and if you hadn’t been driving home from the doctor that one day, you never would have swerved to miss that dog in the road, and if you never would have swerved to miss that dog in the road, you never would have driven your car through the front of that person’s house, and if you never would have driven your car into the front of that person’s house, you never would have had to take off running down the street hoping to not get caught, and if you had never been running down the street hoping to not get caught, you never would have hid in that 7-11, and if you never would have hid in that 7-11, you never would have bought that lottery ticket……that’s not what I’m talking about.
What I’m talking about is what we call, fate, or karma, or comeuppance, as it were.
What if there is a world, where the Houston Astros have 26 World Series championships? What if there is a world, where the Houston Oilers never moved and were an NFL dynasty today? What if there was a world, where my movies have played to millions?
But, maybe you say that I’m just fans of the wrong teams. In my world, yes. Because in my world, I’ve obviously done something wrong, that has tarnished my sports karma. What if, the rest of the world, you included, are just mere players in my world? What if, me and the rest of the world, are just mere players in your world?
What if there are millions, if not billions of versions of you? One version, is the one that is reading this ridiculous diatribe, the one living in my world. But, what if, in your cosmically challenged world, I don’t have this blog? What if, in your world, you’ve done something cosmically wrong, but I haven’t? In that world, maybe I’m the luckiest guy on earth. Maybe you are.
What if all that is a load of crap? What if, life is only what you make it? What if you come to the end of your life, and you’re thinking you just wasted 102 really good years, being pissy and grumpy and wishing you had done this, or seen that?
What if you’re not 102 right now, and you still have some time before you get there?
Then why aren’t we doing that stuff? Why aren’t we out there living? Why do we punch the clock day in and day out, just trying to get to the end? Why can’t a little part of everyday be an adventure?
I’m not saying we all need to quit our jobs and throw parades and fly hot air balloons over Mt. Rushmore. But maybe we should stop bitchin and moanin about what we don’t do, or have never done, or never will do, and I don’t know, just go do them?