Life is A Canvas and I’m Drawing A Map

I wasn’t born with a map. I don’t know what I’m doing. I recently made a “very interesting decision.” It was a “unique experience.” I’m thankful for the opportunity and I’m looking forward to the next chance to try again. I know what I’ll do in the future, and it wasn’t that.

The time is paradoxically both cyclic and linear. It’s cyclical because everything that has happened to you, has already happened to someone before you. You are not unique. If you feel like one in a million, then so do 7,000 of you. However that’s not how we experience time. On an individual basis, time is linear. We only travel through time in one direction and at one speed. Everything we do is unreplicable. Even though the 100th kiss doesn’t feel as special as our 1st kiss, it is still unique. It’s the only time the 100th kiss occurs. It will never happen again.

I recently made what many would call “a mistake,” because it’s something anyone could have avoided. From a cyclical perspective that’s true. But from my perspective, this is the first time and only time this will happen. This was my “first kiss,” so to speak. It wasn’t perfect, but that’s ok, because it’s already over. I’ll never have to experience it again and I’m already looking forward to my 2nd kiss.

What do you think? Right? Wrong? Pure poppycock?