If there were ever a time of year for a little bit of self-reflection, the bitter cold  and darkness of February may just provide the appropriate setting to do so. It seems, the days never get warmer and the random slices of daylight only provide for a small hint of hope that spring may eventually come. I’ve never been a huge fan of winter except when I was a little boy a million and one years ago. Back then, life was just so different.

Lately for a number of reasons, the memories of my past have unwittingly forced images into my random mind spaces. Like everyone else does, we try to create a way to sift through the good and the not so good images from our back catalogue when this occurs. It is almost as though we prioritize small chunks of our life journey into one long random-access play. Quite possibly,  this is the way it is going to go for me now. As my next birthday in April becomes more apparent, so too do the memories of a life well-lived make themselves known more often.

The memories of a life from a man just over a half a century old, now offer hope, wisdom, experience, pain, heartbreak, sympathy, compassion, empathy and forgiveness. We all have offerings, each unique to our own life journey.  My perspective is rich in my mind, hoping to be shared in  a way which might afford others to see things differently should they open their hearts to doing so. To see things differently, as I have been forced over the last twenty years to do. Perspective certainly is a powerful thing, as it evolves within each of us regularly, and without indication of such.

This week for some reason, the story telling in my mind seems to display a journey more of incredulity and less of one lived by a man seeking support or comfort from others. In fact, it is rare for me to seek the latter but typical for me to use the positive visual frames to hopefully inspire and provide some small modicum of hope to those who struggle currently.

What is curious though, is the frequency in which my own life-story has been making itself apparent to me. Normally I flash back upon mine a few times in a month, lately it is every day. I am not completely sure why, but rather then dismiss the flash backs I have decided to embrace them for what they are -my own emotional timeline. Am I simply feeling mortal, maybe ? I don’t have an answer to that question, as I just let them flow as they might.

While preparing a speech for an upcoming speaking engagement, I have been forced to reconsider many stories previously written over the years. Some of which hadn’t been dusted off for a very long time. It’s funny though how the words and music of a particular song can instantly bring us back, so too can the various visual memories of life be quickly recounted in almost record time. The only thing preventing us from doing so, is our own willingness to bring them forward. For many, perhaps too painful to even consider revisiting. For others, it is necessary to look over our shoulder in order to then be able to look ahead positively. For me the answer resides somewhere in the middle.

Some people might listen as I share on stage, others will completely dismiss my on-going reflections as having been nothing more than words spoken from a older guy who spells his name with an A. It’s all good. Back in the day, I probably would have thought the same thing had a man with my story been trying to influence my perspective about life too. When you are young, you know it all anyway. But certainly, as we age – the realization we knew nothing back then also becomes extremely apparent as well. We simply cannot know what we cannot know, void of having those experiences which allow us to learn new lessons over time.

I guess too I’ve also recently contemplated it really isn’t fair to consider your life to have been one well-lived compared to others  simply because you have more years  of experience. The definition scale, of a well-lived life in my opinion, really should be tipped more towards what you have been able to do with those experiences gained in whatever time you have been afforded to have while on this earth. Regardless of whatever time each of has left,  I sincerely believe it is never too late to impact others with our shared stories, however.

It too, is also just so important for each us to self-reflect every now and then. You may be surprised how deep the grooves actually are on your recollection vinyl. You probably have been playing some of the pieces over and over again simply by your actions towards others, and not by your visual imaging in your mind. Your influence on society, has probably already  been monumental in ways you haven’t considered. Perhaps if you take the time if only to self-reflect, such I have been doing lately will you too realize what I have been fortunate to comprehend. Each of us has a story to share with one another, in some way.

If you asked me on stage, to speak about my most recent revelation when I harken back to my own days of yore during these seemingly endless winter days of self-reflection. I suppose my response  would be something like this…

“Life is a process, we experience, we act,  and we subsequently change. I believe the richest gift it has to offer us, is  our ability to constantly evolve should we choose to do so. To evolve in ways which might allow for our own and the lives of others around us, to be further enriched.”

As I close the chapter on this moment of reflection, a new one is instantly upon me. I can hear the distant music of another memory starting to play already. I wonder where I’m going next…

Cheers…A

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