When I was 17, I thought I had it all figured out. My parents were idiots and I was a genius...
Then I was 22, and I was sure I had it all figured out. I had been pretty stupid five years ago when I thought I knew everything, but now I really was genius.
When I turned 27, I realized that I hadn't known much about life over the past decade. But now I understood everything.
Now I'm 32. (I prefer "32-riffic" but that's another story) and it has occurred to me that not only did I not know anything at 17, 22, or 27... I STILL don't know anything. When I am dumb enough to think I have it all figured out, something happens and I realize I'm not even close. Sometimes I feel like I am in a huge SORRY! game, and just when I get close to getting my token to "Home," someone bumps me and sends me back to "Start." But then just when I have had to skip my 8th turn, and have started to give up, I finally draw a 1 card and get to leave Start. Or better yet, a 2 card and I get to not only leave Start, but also draw again.
I am a firm believer in life being more about perspective than perfection. I'm not sure Garth Brooks is a great philosopher (although as Jenny says, he did have that inspirational quote, "You know, something, something, dance..." ), I do love his quote "Happiness isn't getting what you want, it's wanting what you got." There's always more out there that we wish we had. And hoping for more in and of itself is a good thing. However, when we stop really living life and ignore the blessings that have been heaped upon us because we are too busy wishing for something we don't have... that's when there's a problem.
I have this magnet on my refrigerator. It's been there for so long that I often don't notice it. But I always believe it.
Life is about the journey. The dance. The quest to figure it out. Besides, if I knew everything, life would be pretty boring. And my life may not be what I thought it would be at this point, but it's definitely not boring either!