"It is not the ctitic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."

~Theodore Roosevelt

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Flash Forward

~He said, "We're all prophets now." And ya know, I can't think of a prophet worth a [darn] that didn't suffer. And I also can't think of a prophet that God didn't love.
~Flash Forward

I used to think I might want to know how I died. Wow, my starting sentences seem to come out bad lately :) Just the idea that if we could know, I would have wanted to. I don't think I would now. I've been watching the TV show Flash Forward. Everyone in the world looses consciousness for two minutes and seventeen seconds and sees what their life will be like six months in the future. I know it's a show, but it doesn't seem so grand.

I wouldn't want to be tortured thinking, if I wanted it to happen, if it really would. I wouldn't want to worry that, if I didn't want it to happen, that it would. In one of the first episodes it says, "You'd think knowing the future would make us less concerned about it. But just the opposite has happened: the future is what all of us are living for now, it's what we're living by."

It's like after I watched the movie "It's a Wonderful Life." I wondered what the world would be like without me. Actually, that was kind of depressing :) Lately I've noticed there are some things I would just rather not know, some things I just don't ask because I'd rather believe as I want. Alright, I learned that with a friend in high school who was into "blunt honesty." Since then I've learned not to ask things unless I want the truth-good, bad, or ugly.

I don't think I'd really want to know-what it would be like if I wasn't here, what's going to happen in six months, a year, five... or even how and when I will die. It would feel like a ticking clock... wondering how my life leads up to that point, if I can avoid it...
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