I’ve been single for more years in this life than I’ve been attached. There are probably a number of reasons. The unfortunate side-effect, however, is that I’ve not made many friends who are women; I’ve always found it difficult to be “just friends” with a woman, especially if they’re attractive to me. This, of course, is exacerbated by my perpetual bachelorhood. Yet, as ever, there’s a lesson in all of this.
What do you remember? More specifically, how do you choose, daily, what is most present, persistent and generative in your active memory? What do you think about the most, revisit the most, ruminate upon the most, and thus live out the most?
When I was young, I had a dream of performing my music in front of a sea of people. I may have been about 12 years old. It was just me, under a spotlight, holding a guitar, a microphone was on a stand in front of me. I don’t know what song I may have been about to sing, but it felt good to be there.
There have been stretches of time in my life when days were very long and I was very exhausted from work. I love that, for a time. But it inevitably reverts back to this default structure, covering the essentials… and I do believe that it is enough.
Every lifetime has its ups and downs, peaks and valleys, flurries of activity and depressions or lulls — and ultimately, its end. The same can be said for a forest, a tribe, state or nation; a civilization, a religion, or a species.