From Celia’s Images in a Reflecting Pool; a Journal.
I think we plan our lives before we are born. If so, given that I have always spent much time in thinking about what I should do next, I’m sure I planned carefully on the other side.
I once had an intuition that my growing-up years went just as intended. I wanted to emphasize working hard on academic pursuits and developing the impetus to achieve. Now when I question the advisability of all that, surely some balancing act is taking place.
All of us enter life with a script that is filled with challenges and hurdles meant to build Character in the highest sense possible. But, as Wordsworth says, we forget about this intention (“. . .Shades of the prison-house begin to close/ Upon the growing Boy, . . . .” Consequently, we attend alumni reunions with a bright smile, making conversation that lies about a successful life with rarely a cloud in the sky. Instead, we should drop our masks and admit that life has been tough. After all, we planned it that way—each and every one of us.