Did anyone used to read
those books as a child that offered you, the reader, the chance to pick the character’s
next move at various points throughout the book? For instance, it may read
something like “after trekking through the woods for hours, little Johnny comes
upon a dark cave. What will he choose to do next? Go to page 72 if he goes into
the cave and page 123 if he sneaks past the cave instead.” I never much liked
these books, as I always just wanted to know what the RIGHT path was. I didn’t
trust myself to arbitrarily choose any which one. I just had to wonder: what choices did the author who penned this story in the first place think would lead to the
best outcome for his character?
These books offer the
experience of free will, despite the fact that they were written by some
omniscient author elsewhere. Children
don’t have to acknowledge the true controller of the outcome, and are able to
believe they hold the character’s fate in their own hands. They also gain the
satisfaction of finishing such a book, with so many pages, so many twists and
turns, while in reality they skipped half the book, half the pain, by having
chosen alternate routes for their character.
As of late I consider life
such a book. We do not get to see where certain decisions will take us; we only
get to choose one path, then follow it wholeheartedly believing all the while
that it is the right one. We can be thankful at least that an author brighter
than us already wrote the book and that he is watching each page unfold as we
live it out. Sometimes the page we are on is painful, sometimes joyful, but the
next page follows regardless, moving us right along.
I’m thankful for this
chapter of my life with my husBen and my dog, my schoolwork and my kitchen, my
good friends and my family.
Quimby and I are off to Rockport for the week for some sun and good sleep (but don't worry, I will keep blogging!)
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