Ok everyone it's time for a video game analogy. Now if you are into that hippy dippy X-station PS Wii nonsense I can't really help you out, but I think it's time to go back to Super Nintendo, maybe Super Mario World.
So in Super Mario World there is a ghost house in the very beginning of the game. It's insanely easy especially if you have a cape because you can basically fly through the entire thing. After you beat a ghost house you can save. Now whenever you get a game-over, you go back to the place you were when you saved. It's common to save when you get low on lives or after you beat a really hard level. There are so many different routes to take though that sometimes you will save right before you start one route and if it doesn't work out you can restart and take a different one. Herein lies my genius analogy for the evening!
Don't you sometimes wish you could go back to your last save point in life? Pick a point and say, "ok this is when things were going really good, I'll go back there and do all this stuff a little differently." I sure do. I may go back to 10th grade. Ah yes, those were the days. No I'm kidding that's a lie. I hated high school. Loved my friends, hated high school. Maybe I'd go back to 5th grade. When I was in 5th grade I'd pretend to be Hawk from The Famous Jet Jackson. I was a lonely kid so there was never anyone to actually play Silverstone but I'd imagine it and it was pretty much just as good. On the playground of Westland Elementary I learned how to play by myself. My imagination was my best friend (my real best friend was always a grade older than me).
Perhaps I'd go back to high school when all I worshipped the ground my siblings walked on. I wanted to live their awesome cool college lives! I wanted to be just like them. I hadn't figured out who I was yet or what I wanted to do with my life. That didn't matter yet. Maybe it was the perfect time. I was home, close to them; something I really miss these days.
Maybe I'd go back to Freshman year in college. I had some amazing friends then. My friend Rachel literally wrote me a song! Check it out here. We had epic NCIS marathons that year and my roommate Lisa once tore my bed apart and spread it out throughout the apartment complex. Glad the RA didn't ever find that one out. That year I grew up and learned to be away from home. I also learned how to live off a diet of Cheese its and Toast!
Or maybe I'd go back to my senior year of college and appreciate everyone a little more. My amazing roommates who dealt with my fears of the future telling me I could do it. My amazing parents supporting me in everything.
Maybe I'd go back to 2 months ago before I made a mistake that is still eating at me. Maybe I'd go back to 1 hour ago before I ok-ed someone to tell me something that hurt me a lot. Maybe I'd go back to two minutes ago before I wrote that or (deleted because I knew I'd regret writing this)
Ok well the point is there are no save points in life. You can't go back. You can't undo what is done so you either fix it or get rid of it and move on. I don't know how to deal with the current dealings of my life. I think it will work itself out though I don't know how yet. All I know is I wish I were an italian plumber right about now.
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