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Perhaps the answers to life lie in not where we’re going, but where we have been. And maybe not so much where we have been, but who was there with us – who traveled the road with us. Who ran us off the road, who walked beside us, who helped us find the short-cuts, and who was reading the map along the way.

Now that I’m in my 60’s, I understand that our lives are touched in some way by all the people who have come in and out of our lives. If only for a moment or a day or years – our lives are somehow changed by every encounter we’ve ever had.

Every path –every person – every opinion – every compliment – every criticism – every love – every hurt – every laugh – every tear – every little thing and every single person has brought us to this very moment in time.

We may have been shaped by where we grew up and who are families were, but as we grew up and faced the world on our own – the decisions we had to make were ours. At the moment we were making these decisions, we may have thought we didn’t have a choice – but – even if you did not make a decision – that was your choice – your decision was not to decide. We have to own our decisions – at some point we need to take responsibility for our lives.

I believe we spend way too much time finding a way to blame our parents or our siblings or our friends or religion or politics or whatever you can think of for our lot in life.  The simple truth is – we are responsible for our lives – we are responsible for our happiness.  It’s up to each of us to make ourselves happy. No one else can possible be responsible for that – no one.

I also believe we spend far too much time trying to figure out what makes us happy and we miss out on just being happy.  Life isn’t about what you have – it’s about who you are.

I read a book recently that made me understand that every day we can choose to go one way or the other. To go with the good or not go with the good. To go away from things like anger, hate, war, evil, prejudice – or – we can choose to go toward them. The choice is ours to make.

Whichever you choose to go toward – that is who you become.  If you fill your life with anger and greed and hate and unrest – then it’s inevitable that you become this person – angry, arrogant, hateful, resentful, blaming, bitter…

On the other hand – go toward the good – and this is the person you become. Nonjudgmental, loving, understanding, giving, compassionate, happy, content.

It may sound easy – this going toward the good – but during the course of a day we can slip toward anger in the blink of an eye. Someone pulls in front of you on the freeway and you have to slam on your brakes to keep from hitting them – going toward anger happens before you even blink your eyes! Someone’s teasing feels more like being bullied, someone pushes your buttons simply to get an angry reaction from you, and someone plays games with your heart…

It is the wise choice – this going toward the good – but it’s not always the easy choice. Choose wisely.


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I’ve decided that people are just crazy. Not all people mind you, but some people are just crazy.

I’ve decided this because of the way people drive.  They drive like they have absolutely no sense. Road rage is alive and well here where I live. Drivers weave in and out of traffic, they cut you off, they drive 60 in a 35 mph zone… What I love is when I’m driving the speed limit and I get a driver behind me honking and flashing their lights and flipping me off.  I’m going the posted speed limit, and the person on my tail wants me to speed so they can speed. Does this make any sense to you at all? 

Why are people in such a hurry? I mean people pass me flipping me off and looking at me as they are flying by like I’m going 10 mph, when in reality I’m going 65mph. Where are they going in such a hurry and why must be they be so angry about it?

Now, I’m not saying I don’t have the occasional outburst while driving.  The occasional “what color green are you waiting for” at a stop light when someone doesn’t move as quickly as I think they should or the blowing of the horn and the occasional “bastard” burst from my mouth when someone cuts me off are things I will admit to.  But – I’m never willing to drive my car as a weapon of some sort.

What I’ve noticed is that people just seem angry – aggressive – crazy if you will.  In some sense it scares me, in another sense it saddens me that life  has brought us to this point. People are stressed trying to get from one place to another, from one job to another. There is no time to stop and smell any sort of rose when you’re on a freeway stuck in 4 lanes of traffic which isn’t moving knowing you have to be somewhere, and knowing you are never going to make it on time.  

When we can, we need to remember to breathe, and we need to remember that getting to the finish line first isn’t nearly as important as just finishing the race.  I mean must you get to the stoplight first? Don’t all the people behind you get through the light? and if you miss that light, isn’t there always another?


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