In a single moment, everything can change. You’re in the middle of your life, blissful. The phone rings; you trip; you look in the rear-view mirror; or someone speaks. From then on, your life is divided into Before and After.
So much remain the same — your name, your identity, your DNA — but everything is now experienced through a new set of filters. Friends become enemies. Effortless becomes impossible. Fullness becomes emptiness.
Looking before you leap won’t help. It may pounce on you anyway, like a monster in a video game. But still we move; we have no choice.
I’ve thought this many times. Especially the line, “It may pounce on you anyway.” We can only control so much. There is something to be said for destiny, fate, predestination–whatever you want to call it. If you’re in a big flat field and lightning is going to strike you, there’s nothing you can do about it.