I’ve debated about what to call my blog, and tossed around some different ideas, but I keep coming back to this one. Mainly because it’s what I want to write about, that is my life and what I believe. You may be asking yourself what is it that I believe, and as you read these pages you’ll find out, but first I’d like to tell you why I’ve decided to write this blog. You know that motivation is everything, and too often, I think that people fail to look at a person’s motivation when evaluating what someone does. People, I think, tend to take things at face value rather than looking deeper, and I think that’s one of the reasons why people are so easily deceived.
There comes a time in everyone’s life, especially when they’re older, and perhaps wiser, that they start looking back at their lives and evaluating what they’ve done with them, and, for me, that time is now. I’m a little dismayed that it’s taken me so long to start that process but nonetheless it’s started. One thing that’s remained a constant in my life is the fact that I’ve always been a late bloomer, always coming to things a little late. That goes for the rate of my maturity and my realizations concerning the life I live. Better late than never though, right? If nothing else, at least, you can take comfort in knowing that there’s someone else in this world like you, if you happen to be like me, and feel like you’re always a little behind.
If you’ve read my profile, you know that I’m 49 years old, and if statistics are any kind of measurement at all, that means I’ve already lived over half of my life. Fine time to start having revelations about one’s life, huh? Could be worse, I could be 59 or 69, and I won’t go any further because then I think I’d be forced to admit that I’m not just slow, but perhaps something else. I’ll let you fill in the blank. Judging from what I’ve read on the internet and who you are that could be a wide range of things, but I’ve learned that one thing I can’t control in life is what people think of me, and how they respond to me. Hopefully, you learned that before I did.
Anyway, in looking back, and having a lot to look back upon, I have come to a few conclusions. It’s rare that I ever come to one because I have a tendency to overthink things, and, more often than not, I’m the guy in Wal-Mart walking through the store holding an item for 30 to 45 minutes debating on whether I want to purchase it or not. You guessed it, didn’t you? 9 out of 10 times I leave the store without it. It drives my wife crazy as you can imagine. She has helped me with this though in her own unique way by making it harder for me by simply grabbing whatever it is I’m debating about, and taking it away from me and not letting me put it back. Being forced to pay for stuff I’m not sure of has simplified my life by giving me two options which are either being more decisive or shopping by myself. I’m sorry to have made you read through this, but it was such a wonderful opportunity to score points with my wife that I couldn’t pass it up. If you’re married you understand why I mentioned the benefit of being married to this awesome woman. If you’re not, and you get married some day in the future, you will.
Sorry for the digression, but you may as well find out now that I do this from time to time. This, too, drives my wife crazy, but after twelve years of happy married life I’ve quit worrying about her sanity. I still worry about mine, but not hers which leads me to one of the conclusions I’ve come to, and it’s this; married life to the right woman is about as close to heaven as I’m ever going to experience here on earth. Another conclusion is that a bad marriage is the same thing only it’s in the opposite direction, and I know this, as I know everything else, by experience. Another conclusion, and by far the most painful, is that at 49 I’ve come to realize that there’s a lot of distance between the man I envisioned myself being as a young boy and the man I am today.
As in most things, the failures and successes of my life have been a mixture of bad decision making, and circumstances of over which I had no control. In other words, life happened. Ready for another conclusion; if you lead life without any kind of direction it’s a certainity that you won’t get anywhere. Even for those who do it’s not easy but, as anyone who’s ever driven to an unknown destination knows, it’s a little easier when you know where you’re going. Still, there’s always hope, and never is life all bad or good, at least it’s been that way for me. Seldom does anyone’s life ever turn out to be everything one may have dreamed, but neither is it the nightmare it could always be. All the above is to say simply this, though my life hasn’t been all that I wanted it to be, it’s been good in many ways.
Still, there are things I regret, periods of time in which I failed myself, and others miserably. I made serious mistakes which impacted my life, and the lives of others. It’s one thing to pay for one’s mistakes, but it’s a terrible thing when the ones you love most are the ones who pay. It’s my hope that you won’t ever experience this, but if you have you’re not alone. I’d like to tell you that I’ve made amends for all those things I did, and that there’s been reconciliation and forgiveness, and in some cases there has been, but not in all. I can’t go back, and you can’t either, and it’s a fact that we can only go forward in life. Well, that’s not wholly true; you can live in the past in your mind and heart. You can even stand still, refuse to move forward, but I don’t recommend either one.
By now you’re probably wondering what all this is leading to, and it’s this. My motivation for writing. I’ve spent the better part of my life living for myself, but I’ve concluded I don’t want to spend the rest of it the same way. I want to know that at least with a part of my life I did something good with it. Maybe sharing experiences in this way isn’t the best way, but it’s a beginning. If you’ve read this far perhaps you’ll go a little further, and I’ll try not to make the next one so long.
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