Lately, I am wondering what is the meaning of future, in its metaphorical sense. We have a rather fixed path for our life’s events, although we have some choices that we might change it or not; however, given our stupidity mostly, we ignore those chances that are offered to us to deviate from that fixed path. We do not correct our lives, that is something that we all should know, because there is nothing wrong in the way we live our own life, it is all a consequence of each single chance we take (or ignore).
As a matter of fact, our life starts with the context in which we are born. Some people will not ever see water coming out from a tap, at least on a continuous basis, some others will be able to basically spend huge amounts of money on whatever is on sale,… and so on.
What I want to say is that the situation that is created for our life influences many of our future, but it does not mean that we are condemned by it, either for good or for bad (in fact, now I am wondering about the meaning of good or bad).
This dilemma comes from the analysis of my life so far, sometimes I think I have refused many chances and so wasted opportunities that later on I see turning into something I desire, but some other times I believe to be the luckiest guy in the world (my little world of course). I am not talking about objects, I am talking about opportunities that could have allowed me to fully define myself in some way, and my selfish refusal left me incomplete.
Although sometimes we are forced to refuse these opportunities because it is not the right moment neither the right place, but at the same time we are just delaying what should not be delayed and what should be part of our personality. Nobody knows when the next opportunity will show up…
There are so many secrets inside me, that not even my inner myself will ever find out a reasonable explanation for them (if it finds them…); but at least, all the experiences that I have had the opportunity to live help me understand a very few of these secrets, and little by little I get to know the real me… a process that I do not think will ever end, but at least, will help fight for my own future rather than fighting my own future.
No one but me can decide and choose who am I, how I am, and what I want to be and where. This is what I should be, me and myself.