What would you say?

If someone ever asked you to describe your life in one word, what would it be?

This concept is not new. Not by a long shot.

But even though certain ideas have been visited, is it such a bad them to revisit them, every now and then, so that you don't forget what you've already learned?

I've got this thing, about not looking back. At the end of a day, at the end of a year, at the end of a book (unless I'm going to go back and reread the entire thing), when I'm writing, singing, walking across a room.

Even my life. I don't really like to go back and look at stuff.

I've got this other thing, about looking ahead. About the future. A lot of others join me in this... We keep our eyes forward, chasing after something that we are certain is attainable, if only we never deviate our gaze from that one fixed point.

But worrying about the future, about our plans, and what we will do... Is it really that healthy? It seems to me that most of us, if not all of us, spend too much time in the past of future. And not nearly enough time in the present.

Yeah, yeah, I know you've heard it before. But just listen, okay?

Just because you plan something all out, doesn't mean it's going to happen.

And if you're too busy looking behind you, you'll run smack-first into a telephone pole, and you'll find yourself staring at that poster for a lost pet tiger, last seen in Dallas, but escaped from the home of it's disgustingly rich owner. And that's when the panic will set in.

Okay, this isn't very cohesive, I know. Because I started out asking about how you would describe your life so far, and then I turned around and said that it didn't really matter. And part of me wants to stick to that theory...

And part of me doesn't.

Sometimes, looking back is a good thing. For example, when changing lanes. Or when your screaming kids are in the back seat of your mini van screeching and pulling each other's hair. In those cases, looking back really pays off.

Uhhg.... I don't even know what I'm saying anymore, and I can't even remember what I was going to write about.

Sorry, guys. At least I attempted to write something.

Thanks for reading.