Friday, June 23, 2006
...they call her name at 7.30
I’m not the kind of person who believes things happen for reasons.
I believe things happen randomly, without significance,
and that, mostly, lives are shaped by chance and coincidence.
Except, of course, for the choices we make when confronted with events.
We control our decisions:
Plan A or Plan B?
Respond like this? Or like that?
Do something or do nothing,
Speak or be silent...
We can always regret our choices.
Wish we’d handled things differently, had hindsight, known then what we know now etc.
But, eventually, you can get over anything that happens.
It’s the things that never happened that won’t leave you alone.
June 23rd 1981 was the day I became a pragmatist. Although I didn’t realise it at the time.
I believe things happen randomly, without significance,
and that, mostly, lives are shaped by chance and coincidence.
Except, of course, for the choices we make when confronted with events.
We control our decisions:
Plan A or Plan B?
Respond like this? Or like that?
Do something or do nothing,
Speak or be silent...
We can always regret our choices.
Wish we’d handled things differently, had hindsight, known then what we know now etc.
But, eventually, you can get over anything that happens.
It’s the things that never happened that won’t leave you alone.
June 23rd 1981 was the day I became a pragmatist. Although I didn’t realise it at the time.
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