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The Freelance Retort: Life Becomes Us
Jungle Explorer always seemed to be my calling…despite my poison ivy problems. I guess things don't always work out. Wonder why...?
We don’t get to choose our lives…even though we might think we do.
We don’t get to decide what we become, or who we become, or how we become…even though we might think we do.
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We—all of us—if we’re fortunate enough, smart enough, even strong enough, set out to become something, to make something, to live something…of a life.
Yet in time we come to see, what a fool’s errand we’ve been on.
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What a naïve merry go round, we’ve been riding.
Because in time we all come to see that we evolve into what our lives want us to be…not the other way around.
“Say what”, you say.
“Say yes”, I say.
Everyday….
If only that were true.
Because on most days, I mostly say…“Oy vey…what now?”
But somehow, inside, I know, the things I’ve been chasing my whole life—the things constantly just outside my reach—are the things I was never meant to catch.
Just the things I wanted to catch…while all the time life had another idea in mind for me.
Great…!
Right?
Well, not so much…at least at the time.
Which was before its time.
“Say what”, you say.
“Say yes”, I say.
Of course this could be and probably is just some sort of justification for failing to meet the goals I set for myself in my earlier days…in between having my diaper changed.
I don’t know why, but Jungle Explorer always seemed to be my calling…despite my poison ivy problems.
And I don’t think it was unreasonable to expect Ed McMahon to retire so I could slip into his job as Johnny’s sidekick and eventually assume the late night throne by the 90’s.
It’s not like I wasn’t willing to wait my turn.
And it all would have worked out if it weren’t for just one thing….
Leno!
Who would have expected such back stabbing?
That plus the fact that the guy from NBC never answered my letters…not one!
Almost as if someone was hiding them…
Leno!
But as time went on I realized, sometimes the path we seek, isn’t necessarily seeking us.
Sometimes the path that’s meant for us is the one that’s always been there, off to the sides, overgrown in a tangle of weeds and brambles.
The one with the spooky eyes, hidden in the bush, glowing off in the distance.
The one that others take one look at, and then quickly move along to one of the alternate paths; the ones serving margaritas and passing out snorkeling gear.
And who could blame them, especially if that’ll lead them to where they belong.
But there’s always been something about that tangled path over to the side; the one that’s both fascinated you and frightened you.
The one that always drags you back, until one day…
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