March 29, 2014
You reach a certain age whereby you begin to appreciate and accept there’s not one running your life but yourself. External influences and circumstances notwithstanding, we have an ongoing daily choice: go forwards, stand still or go backwards. We can thrash about all we like looking for excuses, people to blame, so-called things beyond our control. It’s not always easy. It can seem downright impossible at times, but like the Dice Man clutching at strawberries, when we come to take our final breath (if we’re still compos mentis) we’ll finally appreciate we were in the driver’s seat the whole time.