12/12/12 Consider with Care

It’s 12.12.12.

 

At 12:12, 12/12/12 I was outside in a cold, wet field, covering my ears and shivering as the school fire alarm blasted from all directions. Thanks for that, Destiny.

  As if that wasn’t enough you threw a really awkward moment my way today, and a boatload of stress. Oh well. That’s life.


Sometimes I the “perfect” moments don’t happen when you plan for them. Sometimes a compliment from one person may be less treasured than an insult from another.

Sometimes life just doesn’t go the way you plan.
 

 At some point we’ve all been told “Life’s not fair”, a phrase most find unwelcome.

 It’s true. Life is full of injustice, misfortune and surprises.

 

  You may have also heard that “Life isn’t like a novel, where everything always works out.” Well I’ve heard that. I don’t know about you, but I can now proudly say that I’ve written a novel, and let me tell you: almost nothing worked out.

 

 My characters are a mess, my plot is lost in the confusion of details that don’t really matter, and my ending is bitter-sweet.

 

In my opinion every life is a lot more like a novel than it might seem.

 

Often, the characters are a mess, the plot is far out of sight, and we all tend to focus on details that don’t end up mattering to us at all. Like today for example: when I’m ninety-seven years old instead of seventeen, I won’t really care where I was at 12:12, 12/12/12, now will I?

 

Of course not.

 

As for endings, they are often bitter-sweet.

 

Your life, like your novel, needs a good author. You can write it yourself, let others jot down their own words, trust it in the hands of a better Writer, or let it remain empty, fruitless and pointless.

We all have choices. Some make a difference. Some don’t.


You have only one story.

Consider its content with care.