Do we live our lives in chapters that have a beginning and an ending? I don’t think so.
It is not as if life occurs in a series of incidents that are complete in themselves. Life is a continuous link that connects a person’s youh through adulthood to old age.
There is an obvious continuity between the young boy, who ran rough and free; joyous and deeply resentful; boisterous and contemplative, and the mature (?) adult who is writing these words.
Life links. Life is the thead that links. Life just happens, so it cannot give meanings. But, meanings are perceived by people who look at their life stream in its entirety and ponder upon it.
Powerful patterns emerge that transcend the apparent motivations that drive present actions to the latent subconscious roots of all behavior.
The boy becomes the man. The man rarely ceases to be the boy, if not externally, definitely through his internal urges and spontaneous thoughts. He just learns to articulate them in ways that seem logical to the adult world.
We live as we once played.
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