It is when I actually constructed a house for myself that I learnt how I could have made a better house at less cost. It is when I reach the autumn of life that I learn how richer life would have been had I made different choices. But neither can be undone. The construction of a house is a one-time accomplishment. At least, one’s life is a one-time affair. There’s no going back.
Life is a cruel game of the gods if they exist. Christopher McDougall’s gazelle and lion that wake up every morning in an African forest and start running for survival are poignant symbols of that cruel game. The graceful gazelle has to run in order to save its life from the feral lion. And the lion has to run and capture the gazelle for its own survival.
The conqueror and the vanquished keep running in the wicked game of life. Could I have chosen to stand out of that game and watch? Even that wouldn’t save me because I wouldn’t be able to bear the heartlessness of that game beyond the initial moments. Could I have chosen to be a conqueror and gone on rampages defending my holy cows? My DNA would have revolted.
So I end up as one of the many vanquished ones. Like a piece of the flotsam and jetsam cast ashore by the endless restlessness of the ocean whose craving is at once boundless and circumscribed.
Flotsam and jetsam. Nice imagery. And it brings to my mind the music band, especially their song, Life is a Mess. “No way back from here,” begins the song. Just go on. Take the ride. “And your troubles will still be here / Troubles will still be here, troubles are here....”
Let me give the link to that song before I sign off for now and carry on my ride.
PS. This is written specifically for Indispire Edition 129: