Is life like that oft visited novel on your nightstand, favorite pages dog-eared to be reread in moments of ennui? We being the prologue to our adult lives with so much anticipation. We hope to find passion in our relationships and careers. We embark on adventures. What happens if passion eludes us? What if we get to the middle of the story to find pages missing? Are we stuck rereading the familiar pages, revisiting our hopeful pasts while stalling the next chapter?
To reference music, I remember replaying my Billy Joel 52d Street album until the grooves were worn down, producing a soulful distortion from the phonograph where melody once flowed. Is there a definitive point in life's soundtrack where the distortions between stanzas render the album unrecognizable?
In the days before Lyrics.com, I would repeatedly listen to songs to decipher the words, pen in hand. We are sometimes tempted to replay life's events in the same manner, reflecting on alternative outcomes.
Alas, life is not a beloved novel nor an overplayed LP. Life is a work in progress. At any time, we can rewrite the rules, change what isn't working. We can and should strive for personal fulfillment and happiness. Misery or even complacency prolong the skipped stanzas. We all deserve to listen to our hearts sing and to experience promise, laughter, and joy.
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