A friend was talking about the changes in his life over the past few years. Major changes. He’d lost a relationship, a career, a family member, had major health issues…
And yet, he isn’t distraught. Because right now he’s living a life of creativity and challenge. Doing things he always dreamed of doing. He’s excited, each and every day, about the possibilities for his future.
It’s eerie how much his story resembles mine.
He admitted to me, with an audible lump in his throat, that he’d give it all up. Everything he has now. Give it up to have what he lost. That if he could choose, he’d take the relationship and the lost career (and, of course, his family member and health). That he wouldn’t even have to think about it. He’d make the choice in a heartbeat and never look back.
I replied, “Life doesn’t let you choose.”
He thanked me. I still have no idea why.
Life doesn’t let you choose. We can plan. And work hard. But we don’t really have that much control over things. And we never have control over other people.
Unlike my friend, if given the choice, I’d keep things the way they are. I have this bizarre belief that things work out the way they’re supposed to (not based on any religious or spiritual foundation)and so I have to believe that I’m where I’m supposed to be, doing what I’m supposed to be doing.
Or something like that.
Tags: choice, friends, health