My first musing

Thoughts

At the beginning of life, from, conception we are dealt a hand, be it from a well off hand, or one that could not win against the most incompetent player. You are familiar with tarot cards, yes? All 78 in a deck. Fool, Emperor, Death, or the jester. From birth we are all the fool, a being of unlimited possibilities, able to grow up to be anything we desire. As we age we can change what card or arcana we belong to. However, the thought of life being on rails has occurred to me. The fear of life being an unchangeable series of events, and everything is coded into our life story. That every trial and effort to change our path, is just a curve in our set destination. Much like a railroad, every attempt to be different is just a spin or turn in our path. While the destination doesn’t change, our means of getting there change. Of course, I’d be remiss to forget to mention the ultimate destination of all life, death. We fear the unknown darkness that is expiration. However many of us are so fixated on the fear that it becomes so crippling that even the joys of life, such as a first kiss, being told you’ve made your parents proud, and being hugged by a loved one, fade away. Simply passing thoughts, compared to the recurring terror in their mind. I believe, life is like a deck of cards, on days we are dealt a group of cards, be it the lovers, the tower, or death. But the death card could be anything, from the death of a friend, a loved one, a furry friend, or even you. 

Returning to the dealt a hand at life and how many feel like life has intentionally made them the runt of the litter, the bastardized one out of the lot. That life has decided to make it unfair for them. While in some occasions that is the fact of the matter, in other situations, the fault falls upon the person rather than life. Think about what you want most in life, I’m willing to bet I can guess it, or guess a desire you’ve wanted to fulfill more than any other want and or need. The desire of love, the desire to follow your passion, the desire to truly make an impact on the world, the desire to make others happy by way of your comedy, your presence, or by willingness to be the butt of a joke. We all desire similar things, the desire to stand out, the desire to fit in, and even the desire to find where you truly belong. But as we grow older, we end up extinguishing many of these desires or needs, growing cynical because that's just how the world is. Humans are born unique, truly one of a kind, yet as we grow older we become cynical, doubtful of the things we used to cheer and laugh about when we were younger. But why, just because adulthood sets in, should we disregard all childlike enjoyment we can get from a fart, a random sound, or even someone blowing a raspberry? That method of thinking is unhealthy. Humans need to be happy especially given the world we live in, tragedies happen all the time from the death of someone we knew to a financial crisis. Why should we disregard the childlike wonder we had when we were younger. Just to blend into the crowd? Humans are born to be unique creatures, we are born not to be stars in the sky, or moons to a planet, but instead our own sun. Being an adult SUCKS. So childlike wonder is needed to survive in this world, that or at least be happy as you survive. Yet most adults will tell someone to grow up rather than laugh alongside them, why is that? Because society has dubbed that the norm. So, as I said before, We are dealt a deck of cards in life, be it constant royal flushes for the 0.001% 5 of a kind, 4  of a kind or three of a kind for the fortunate or for someone like you and I, an even mix, we just need to play the cards we’re given at the right time rather than flail about aimlessly, along the road while taking in the pleasures of life, and maintaining a level of childlike wonder not only to survive, but to be happy as we do it.