Ah, the 70s and 80s. Seems like the best music produced was
during this period. I won’t even count country as it seems to be a perennial
favorite.
This post isn’t even about the Hotel California. I just
liked the words for a title.
When you get old, seems like you have more time to
philosophize. Since I don’t drink, golf or watch sports, I have a whole lot of
time to ponder the mysteries of life.
For a lack of a better word, I want to share my thoughts on
fate. The ancient Greeks believed there were three goddesses or Fates and that
man was powerless in determining his destiny.
Maybe I’m a little mad for spending my time thinking about
the past and how I arrived at this point. What if my mom had told my dad, “Not
tonight, dear”? Or if my dad had married a different woman? What if I had never
met my wife? What if I’d had different parents? What if I had had sons and not daughters?
I think I would have been a lousy father.
Would Oprah be a one name dynamo if she hadn’t bombed as an
anchor in Boston and since she couldn’t be fired because she was under contract
and the station had to come up with something else for her?
I believe there are hundreds of thousands of talented people
the world over that will die in obscurity because fate did not smile kindly on
them. I’m reminded of the winners on America
Has Talent that would never had their 15 minutes of fame had they not
appeared on that show.
I’m reminded of the movie “Sliding Doors”. This from
Netflix, “Two wholly different
universes unfold …. about alternate realities, the reliability of subway
schedules and the role fate plays in shaping random lives.”
I’m betting 98% of
folks go about life with nary a thought of what might have been or what life
altering event may be just ahead. I for one wonder how my life might have been
without my wife (not very good) or if I had finished high school or graduated
from college or gone into the service.
Too many
possibilities to spend so much time on. Fate is an unforgiving bitch.
MADD MEXX
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