Twelve Going On...
Lately, I've been thinking that my life has become rather dull, almost feeling like I'm in a rut, the depths of which I cannot pull myself out. Yesterday's top 10 list reminded me that, sometimes at the most peculiar of times, life presents you with, what's the right word? Not quite challenges, but more like "interesting events." The bowling night was one of those. Strange happenings kept going on, despite any attempts at any kind of normalcy.
We can't really wish or hope for interesting times to occur, and we don't always enjoy them when they do happen. But there's something about them that's almost magical sometimes. Sure, it can be difficult to learn to embrace the unexpected and trying to just "go with the flow" at times but, if you really stop to think about it, it's these interesting times that give us the most fun, sometimes in the most unexpected of ways. They say that folks who do software testing become preoccupied with "corner cases" and, I guess, you could say that's what Carol's Little World is about. Learning to love the strange happenings because, afterall, you can't predict them, can't make them go away, so you might as well enjoy them. Revel in the weird, let your freak flag fly, that sort of notion. Well, that and annoying Ken about Kanchan.
Another interesting observation happened last evening. I received an email from a friend, asking me, no more like prodding me, "what's your latest course in life?" I never thought of myself as one to give direction to others. I don't know why, I just don't seem the type to have any leadership skills or the type of person to which others tend to naturally follow course. But, in a small, controlled group of people, I can become that person. I can transform into somebody who will take charge and who's not afraid to chart a course for ports unknown. So, I guess you could say my leadership skills are "average," despite my best attempts at concealing them, even from myself.
The question posed had me thinking though. What if, my entire lot in life, my entire purpose for existence, was simply to wonder where I was going? The writer Aldus Huxley once said, "what if this world is another world's Hell?" I keep trying to envision what I want to do "when I grow up" but, what if my purpose in life is to really not grow up and to show others how then can avoid it as well? I suppose, in some ways, I'm destined to become the world's oldest 12 year old. And love it to boot.
Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off.