Choose Your Own Adventure
After a long and sad day, I realised that life really is a ‘choose your own adventure game’.
Many must question why I do things or make the choices I do, all I have come up with in my exhausted little creative brain tonight is that I like seeing what’s behind every door. I figure that this life really is a game, so nothing can really happen…and if I lose my life, I simply start a new game somewhere…. wherever that somewhere may be.
Love is what is the driving force behind MY life. It is the only thing I feel and understand. It is an inbuilt part of my DNA so I must follow my heart at all times throughout this game in my life. Whatever adventures others choose, whether it be open all doors like me, one door, or stay in the same room is their choice, but for me, I need adventure in order to find out more about love in this game and how this game actually works….plus I like seeing if their are any glitches!
As a human, I feel all emotions, and as a woman, some are so magnified that I feel like my heart will stop or explode, that is when I simply press the pause button and take a moment to recover from an experience I have had, or am having, I then feel recharged and ready to go resume game.
We all feel overly emotional at times, mine is when I don’t get enough sleep or when I am simply too girly and sensitive. I have to remind myself that whatever door I open has a surprise behind it…or an unexpected turn, or worse in our human mind, there could be death waiting…but I get curious and bored and can’t help myself, so I pull that door open towards me super fast in excitement and in fear…but then again, I sometimes gently and quietly turn the door knob and take a little peek inside, just to see if the coast is clear from any monsters…and there are plenty out there disguised extremely well, but it’s ok, because my love alarm rings and my love energy gets low and confused, then my tummy flips, I shrink my neck (I do this when I get scared) and then I know to quickly close that door for now and simply choose another.
Family and friends all worry too much, but that’s because they love me, I know this. I am unusual, I am the first to admit this, both mentally and physically, and when I chose my costume for this game (aka, my body), I decorated it with so many ink stickers that it’s hard to sneak past anyone without being spotted, so when I don’t want to be noticed, I must dress and move like a Ninja and wear long sleeves and a baseball cap, even though I have never seen a Ninja (they deserve a capital N) in uniform with a baseball cap on!
This game is hard, really hard, every single player has their own problems and battles. Every single player, no matter where they chose to start this game or in what form. We are all playing this one game, but for me, I like choosing my own adventure and will do so all the more now as it’s my game to play!
Now, let me skip to that beautiful pink door with sparkling sunshine dancing over it and see what’s behind it……
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600 x 900mm Mosaic
Colin Perini
Such a beautifully written explanation or even justification for the seemingly odd behaviours that some of us choose in life at times. Or perhaps we do not choose these bahaviours but are compelled by our natures?
Life is laced with so many dreams and promises, which seldom come true. Only those who truly believe in the wisdom of co-existence and seeing things in depth, really live in happiness in the world upon which we live. Turning the door just because we are bored or curious is like testing if a bee stings by placing your finger in honey comb, but that again is a game left only for the resilient at heart. With each stumbling block, there remains a corner stone in place ready to support a new building. We as humans have to listen to our inner hearts, and learn to filter only the wisdom of ages into our souls. There are so many faults we make without a thought, and many inventions we make out of trying. Yes, so there curiosity plays a part. But after a fall, there comes a time we dust off the dirt and spring to our feet and soldier on…until our desires are met and our souls are satisfied. But not only satisfied, but also at peace with our deeds and omissions. I do believe in following the heart, and finding the hidden meaning in our lives. Material wealth grows old with time, and never lasts forever…but the heart lasts lifetime after lifetime. In the event that we allow actions and words of others to cloud our judgements and influence our actions, then forever we shall be slaves of our own choosing. Yes, our own choosing. For…you be who you are, out of the decisions you make and the turns you take in the paths of life before you. The colour of the door matters not, but the wood upon which it is carved. Always.
I think your skin pics are really nice,good to c females shun the idea of how society wants everyone to b,if i had the money i,d be f@#**n covered.i purposely got my forearm done to say "f@*# work,if they dont want to employ me cause they can c my tattoos….too bad" one of the best things i ever did.Then i felt the need not to work for anyone telling me wat to do ever again.only for my self and wen i want to.Then the door to my art flew open,off its hinges,and i saw that everything around me was somehow helping me get there,everything just happened to b there at the right place and right the time.like MAGIC. its how its meant to be.no going back.
wow,i just looked at your dads sea scapes,,,,bizzar,my dad knows your dad,i was at his place for easter and we were talking about my paintings,cause i paint waves too..and he mentioned your dads shop he had at broardy,and said he knew him,my dad sells property.Barry Rice. it was only an hour later i saw u at craft market in burleigh.hows that,,its all connected.i used to come in to the shop and i think it was maybe your mum….freaked cause i took a photo outside the window….ha ha. small world.see ya.