I had a conversation with somebody the other day that followed an old post. The conversation was around things that you do or that happen to you in life. These events can seem to change the world at the time and are almost impossible to overcome. People’s views of you change and you wonder how you can ever return to what you were.
We all experience these events and these feelings in life and that is key to my interpretation. I believe that we are only making our story. Walk into any pub and look at the old guys having a pint. You don’t know their story, their dramas or any of what shaped their life do you? Think about that solid handshake from the little old man, that was once a vicious and often deployed right hook. When they play that old song are they remembering great loves lost to stupid decisions?
The point is that they haven’t always been old men. What they are today is the result of their dramas and their insurmountable problems. I was reminded of this recently in one of those sights that catches your eye. When you see a man’s hands covered in fading tattoos you have to realise that he has had a life. In those markings is a history unspoken but still remembered. At some point those marks intimidated and demonstrated a departure from society’s norms. When the ink was fresh and the skin young did the owner ever envisage those hands wrapped around a glass of rose in the pub?
When you hit life’s crossroads, when things seem dark or impossible to overcome remember you’re just writing your story. Life, after all, is not a serious enterprise it is just a game we play.