"Unless you write the ending first and work backwards."
Such a simple thought, but I haven't been able to shake what other meanings this little sentence holds. Now work with me here, but imagine we could work backwards. I don't mean walking and talking backwards. Imagine you could see the last moment you are alive, would you change how you live from now on? As I sit here at my laptop, looking out my window with a terrible view, I can't help but reflect. If four years ago I knew I'd be doing just this, would I change anything I've done? Let's throw it back to 2010 when I wrote my first post. I had a completely different style of writing and was basically a different person compared to now. Think back four years ago to your former self. No matter how old you are, you have changed in some way. Four years is a long time. You could have had four kids, gotten married, divorced, lost someone, invented something, completed something, ruined something. The possibilities are endless. In those four years I completed high school, lost two friends, got a few people to hate me, made a name for myself, and discovered who I am. Sounds like a lot for an 18 year old, huh? Trust me when I say that it's nothing compared to the last eight years of my life. As nice as it would be to work backwards, I can't help but fall in love with the serendipity of life. I love planning, but I know my plans don't compare to life's plan for me. I can write a book from the end to the beginning, but when it comes to my own life, I'm too busy looking forward to bother with what I could have done differently, as should all of you.
Such a simple thought, but I haven't been able to shake what other meanings this little sentence holds. Now work with me here, but imagine we could work backwards. I don't mean walking and talking backwards. Imagine you could see the last moment you are alive, would you change how you live from now on? As I sit here at my laptop, looking out my window with a terrible view, I can't help but reflect. If four years ago I knew I'd be doing just this, would I change anything I've done? Let's throw it back to 2010 when I wrote my first post. I had a completely different style of writing and was basically a different person compared to now. Think back four years ago to your former self. No matter how old you are, you have changed in some way. Four years is a long time. You could have had four kids, gotten married, divorced, lost someone, invented something, completed something, ruined something. The possibilities are endless. In those four years I completed high school, lost two friends, got a few people to hate me, made a name for myself, and discovered who I am. Sounds like a lot for an 18 year old, huh? Trust me when I say that it's nothing compared to the last eight years of my life. As nice as it would be to work backwards, I can't help but fall in love with the serendipity of life. I love planning, but I know my plans don't compare to life's plan for me. I can write a book from the end to the beginning, but when it comes to my own life, I'm too busy looking forward to bother with what I could have done differently, as should all of you.