Life. It is where I live for now. I wonder if it is everything that I expected and more. No. It cannot be. It just does not feel right. It seems as if
there are multiple parallels of “me”, mocking me for the better choices that they have made. They never fail to remind me what a great time they
Choices. That is where it is at; right? We all have choices, and every single one we make sends off speeding off in a new direction. Only, my parallel
doppelgangers seem to make them faster, better, with far greater intuition. Why must so many critical choices be made in the first 1/4 percentile of
life, when I have not yet truly lived, loved, learned, or laughed?
Aha! I will just change my choices. Then I will be more like my all-knowing other selves, and mock some other poor, parallel me. But wait; haven’t I
done that already? I have indeed, but here I am. I thought that I had it right. How foolish of me to think otherwise. Maybe this me, the one that I am
right now, maybe my turn has come. Maybe one of my alters has learned to manage choices better than I, and has somehow caused me to shift here. Right
here in the mocking chair, to be poked fun of, despaired over, resistant to the teachings of my other selves.
Listen. That is what I must do. Listen to them advise me, teach me, guide me. They seem to know better, and always seem to know the answer. Especially
in hindsight, they are oh-so-smart when analyzing the past.
They speak so low and soft though! So easily ignored, or even drowned out completely by the cacophony along the path, that I, this me, chooses to
walk. I should sit for a while. Maybe I should just stop, breath, and listen carefully.
Wait. I hear them as I have before. They are frustrated with me, and tell me at any time I can be just like them. They repeat to me some wisdom of the
ages with maxims, allegory, examples, and sage advice. It is fear that holds me back, it is imbalance they say. I am as powerful as anyone who has or
has yet to live they say. They tell me what life is; its secrets, its treasures, the very meaning of it. I know it to be true.
I would not lie to myself would I?
But then again, what do I know? If I don’t know what I know, how do I trust that any other me knows anything either? I will just keep going. Right
here in this life. It is where I live for now.
edit on 13-5-2014 by Arktos1 because: changed word, fixed typo