Oh Life . . .

I often like to think I have things figured out, or, at the very least, have a bit of an idea about what's going on around me. Gregory means watchful or observant, and for the most part, I feel like I do a decent job of cluing in to people's emotional states. Political trends, cultural phenomena and their sociological implications, blah blah blah . . . . without sounding ridiculously full of myself, I feel like I'm aware.

Now

When it comes to my own life, I'm a little blind. Blind and in the dark. Blind, in the dark, without a sense of hearing or touch. I lack perception and clarity. What I think is a good idea often turns out to be a bad one. What I thought would be the worst thing to do is often the path I should have taken. Slow learner? Perhaps. I'm more than a little stubborn, and just sure enough of myself to persuade myself that my gut instinct is the way to go.

Of course, here's where the plot thickens. Nothing is final in life, and so perhaps what now appears to be a good idea when at first I thought it was bad is in FACT a bad idea. Oy. Reminds me of that Chinese parable about the father who cautions his son not to too quickly ascribe good or evil to events. We never know how they will end.