Tuning Forks

Isn’t it strange to look frankly at oneself and to realize that this is life?

It never becomes anything, it just is.  Circumstances and environment will change, but I will always be me and this life will always be mine, until I die.  There is no more “when I grow up,” no more big life changes until menopause or the death(s) of loved ones.

In the mean time, I wonder if I should have made different decisions along the way.  School, workforce, love, travel, art – were there any right or wrong choices, or were they all merely choices?  Indiscriminate forks in the road, none of which pointed to a gilded castle?  Or maybe all of the paths pointed to wealth and love and diligent housekeepers, except for the one I chose?

Am I doing right by myself?

Are you?