Lessons from Lost Time
November 16th, 2008 by Logan FrederickThe coldest blood runs through my veins. You know my name.
The proceeding post will seemingly lack cohesion. Think of it as a metaphor for life, one not viewed as the continually flowing that it truly is but as an amalgamation of eras marked by major, life-defining events.
The expected articles for the month of October were clearly not completed.
The past month has been a busy one. When I started this blog, it was never intended to be a personal one. With all my knowledge and resources on various topics most of my readers were hoping to read from here, I figured I could continually update once a week and occasionally with a truly insightful editorial.
Plans, much like promises, are rarely easily kept.
It’s not through a lack of effort or desire. I’d probably blame it on prioritization, an apparently undefined word I will term for “the act/ability to prioritize.” “Busy” has also become open to personal interpretation. One could say he is “busy” watching television, as he/she is engaged in that activity. With this definition in mind, October for me was a “busy” month. Not in the sense that I wasted time, more as though it were lost, blown away by the sands of drama and change. Gone are the hours better spent studying, writing, working and succeeding. They were whisked away by days of too much talking and too little acting.
With every mistake one makes, a lesson is supposed to be learned. Yet, I feel like I gained nothing for my troubles. To some extent I egotistically knew much of how life recently would unfold. Personal accounts can attest to that statement. Problems arose when I tried to fight the inevitable, rather than, what I would typically do, allowing the world to spin beneath my feet while I walked forward with my life.
Walking while carrying baggage is made significantly more difficult when carrying others on your shoulders. Of course, it is made much better when you can step with someone who will support the weight with you, instead of adding to it.
I never quite understood why we make mistakes. Most, if not all, are easily identifiable and avoidable before they occur with even an ounce of forethought. Yet we as people are still drawn to do the stupid and purposefully harm our existence, consciously or not. The successful are those who are able to properly decide what is a mistake-in-waiting and what’s an opportunity-for-taking.
If I have gained anything from my experiences over the past month, they aren’t so much lessons as they are ounces of wisdom and reaffirmation of the already known. A person will always have the best tools for leading life available to himself: A sharp mind, strong principles, and the desire for self-preservation. Whenever any of those are lost, so is the self.
Remember, it’s all about number one. Anything that gets in the way of that goal must be erased at the risk of failing oneself.
Some call it cynicism; I call it correct.
I know what it means to walk along the lonely street of dreams. Here I go, again on my own, going down the only road I’ve ever known.


