I wish I was better at explaining things…
I’m glad I’m not the only one who doesn’t finish what I star…
I suppose that an awareness of what people around us are thinking does drive at least a few of our decisions – for example, I get dressed each day – mostly so I will offend as few people as possible. I also make an attempt to stay within the speed limit when I see a policeman, because I do care about what s/he might be thinking when or if they see me speeding.
For the most part, however, my decisions are driven by what I think is right, not necessarily by others. This bumper sticker seems to drive that point home (unfortunately, I’m people – so I fall into this category too):
I experienced deja vu with a slight twist last night.
My 12 year old son and I went to Magic Mountain (here in SoCal) for a private party (my university rents the park one night each year for current students, alumni, friends, and etc. to mix). One of the good things about going each year is that it is cheap (our tickets were $25) and the lines are short – really short – as in non-existant (attendance is about a quarter of a normal operating day). We not only did not wait in line, but following several rides we were asked if we wanted to ride again.
About two hours into the evening, while driving the bumper cars, I was overwhelmed with this sense of deja vu – with a twist.
(As background) On my 13th birthday, my dad took me to Magic Mountain (about a month after it opened). There were few rides and (it seemed) fewer people, so on several rides we were asked if we wanted to ride again. The bumper cars were our favorite ride of the day.
(Back to last night) It hit me while I was chasing my son around in the bumper cars (same location since opening day) as I saw him glance back at me with an absolute look of joy on his face… and I saw me – more than 35 years before as my dad chased me around in the same bumper cars, laughing like mad.
How great is that?
I have been thinking about my life and was reminded of a quote by Charles Dickens in Great Expectations:
“Pause you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day.”
I try to be aware of the incredible series of choices I make each day and realize that to some extent I am bound to or by those choices – good or bad. I try to make each day memorable.