Experiment

 

Life is an experiment. No matter who you came from, when you arrive, there is no instruction manual.

We all arrive as a blank slate. Some may show up with physical or mental disadvantages, but that is the luck of the draw. Some may be born into a bleak environment that was not of our choosing, but again we had no say so before arriving. Some may be born with a silver spoon in their mouth (as they say).

From the moment you take a breath to your last has an unknown timeline. What happens between those two moments is the experiment.

Each of are exposed to the air, sounds, surrounding influences and teachings to form our own destination. Some may have demands on them to follow a certain path and some will find their own way.

Libraries, music, museums, live performances, construction, gardens, nature, cooking, dancing, singing is available to all to partake or ignore. Associations between others can be requirements of conformity or can be open and learning and often forgotten along the way.

Physical temptations offer pleasures or attention, but each decides when and how far to follow. There are laws and moral judgements on our decisions.

Mental adjustments may be tasted and sampled or seemingly required to handle however our direction affects us. Cultural peer pressure offers us salvation from our pains.

Some don’t make all the birthdays and some may last too long. During the new calendars bring changes, prepared for or unaware of. There are lessons along the way we can learn from and pass on or forget until it is too late.

The ones who survive until old age can sit back and reflect on their journey to get here.

Critics will be the obituary.