Existence is a buffet. We all assume we have control over every aspect of our existence. Fate deals a hand and we play our cards the best we know how. Sometimes we win, sometimes your nuts end up roasted… and I don’t mean in a good way. So get a plate.
The worst question you could ever ask a kid is, “what do you want to be when you grow up?” That assumes a number of things…but for my purposes I’ll just keep it simple. Let’s say the kid is they type that doesn’t like to disappoint anyone. Invariably, he/she will answer with what they think the person asking wants to hear. It may not be what they WANT to do, but then again, how would they know? How does a kid know what they want to be?
It’s like going to an awesome buffet and just eating what you see in the first two pans. It doesn’t matter what is offered down the line… stick to the little that you know and at least you won’t leave disappointed…you’ll leave unchanged, but not disappointed.
The current culture teaches us that we can’t make mistakes. Mistakes are bad. I won’t dispute that. But, mistakes teach as well. Mistakes are a huge part of our existence. Go back to the buffet, get a little bit of everything. Try everything you can…then go back for what you really like. It may be something better than you expected… it may change your outlook and existence.
I’ve been to one buffet in my time. I regret to say I only ate the rice. It wasn’t even some fancy rice… just plain ordinary rice. I would have tried something more, but I got kicked out before I could get something else. Apparently the restaurant got complaints about a rodent around the food. I had no idea what they were talking about, I didn’t see any rodent.
