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This is the forum from which I publicize my thoughts and observations of the world around us. There is no particular theme to my writings in these posts other than to put down the random ramblings that float around in my head in hopes of providing some insight about life.

The subjects so far have ranged from the weather to life on Mars. You never quite know what will show up on this page (neither do I really, from week to week), but I like to think it will always be entertaining.

The goal is to generate intrigue and breed original thought in the readers' mind. I hope you enjoy!

Monday, November 26, 2012

Back to the Present



People often say that it’s funny how life turns out. I think the more appropriate saying would be ‘it’s funny how life doesn’t turn out.’ Most of the plans we make never come true. Most people will never make their grand vision for life come true, for one reason or another. Now that’s not to say that we shouldn’t strive for anything and I’m not suggesting that life will never be as good as we anticipate. Life will be as good as we make it, as good as we want it to be. I’m simply stating that it’s funny how different our realities are from what we envisioned ourselves being. 

If you had told me four years ago that I would be living and working in Boston I would have said “cool, I can see that.” If you would have said, “you’ll be supervising in a business environment,” I would have laughed in your face. But then when I subsequently realized you were from the future and that this statement would in fact become reality I would have probably cried (for several different reasons). In fact, I would have had a Marty McFly moment. You know the one in the graveyard in Hill Valley, when he finds his father’s headstone in the midst of a violent thunder storm. Marty had unknowingly been sent into an alternate reality that played out more like a nightmare (if you haven’t seen these movies, do yourself a favor and move them to the top of your Netflix queue). 

“Back to the Future” is a great metaphor for the phenomenon I am now addressing. We have a vision for how life will go and we just assume we will get there one way or another. And then things happen, or don’t happen, and our vision changes. The future we once envisioned is nothing like the present in which we now exist. And that’s okay.  

Every once in a while, when I am feeling nostalgic and philosophical I will begin to dwell on past ideas of how my life would play out. Where did I think I would go? What would my reaction have been to the present? Suddenly lost in these contemplations, my prospective shifts. Like waking up in an alternate universe, where everything is extremely different, I have a moment of panic. This is not where I am supposed to be and not what I should be doing. I can’t find the Delorean or Doc Brown and I am stuck here in this strange world. 

Don’t worry, Marty always gets back to his original existence (or a better one) and I always snap back to my reality. Eventually I understand that these jarring moments of skewed perspective, while they can make for good 80’s movie references, aren’t particularly helpful.

What I mean is, the most effective way to live is to have a proactive attitude. Expect things to work out how they work and always be prepared to face adverse or unexpected circumstances with a positive attitude. Believing that our lives have become something other than what we expected or wanted is probably only going to cause anxiety and disappointment.

Most of us get caught up in big picture type thinking and we neglect the small steps that are right in front of us. That big picture is going to change and if we try to get there as quickly as possible in large, leaping bounds, we are more likely to fall. 

To avoid the distress of not living up to our grand expectations, we should set small goals for ourselves and then work hard to achieve them, focusing on what is immediately achievable. Setting aside time for family and friends and hobbies is vitally important, but our goals should never never fall by the wayside.Don't be a slacker McFly. 


Thursday, November 8, 2012

The Peter Pan of Academia



I recently enjoyed, for the fourth time, the alumni weekend festivities at my alma mater. There are several fellow alum at my work place and as I was very excited to begin that particular weekend celebration, I expected them to reciprocate. To my surprise, every one of the mostly older alumni were not planning on heading back to campus. As I pondered this finding, a theory began to formulate in my mind. It is that very theory, in its fully developed form, that I would like to share with you now.

This is going to sound weird up front, as a general statement, and especially for guys, but bear with me. College is Neverland, alumni weekend is Peter Pan, and those of us who have graduated and moved on my friends, are Wendy.

You see, we know that Neverland never changes, as it is so named. Nobody gets older and the good guys are forever youthful. College, as an entity, shares almost the same existence. College students will always be the same age. It is a constant, as is the idea of life in Neverland.

Once a year, alumni weekend comes around and (some of us) get excited, make hotel reservations, and do our best to get out of work early. It is a window to our past, an opportunity to go back to a place we learned to call home and where we made great memories with good friends (alcohol a possible contributor). We look forward with great anticipation to that one weekend a year. As we know, Peter Pan would once a year fly through Wendy’s window to bring her back to Neverland for some good ol’ fashioned adventure (and pirate bashing). Alumni weekend, therefore, is like Peter Pan. It comes around once a year to carry us back to a more youthful time and place in our lives.

This is where it all comes together folks, brace yourselves. As we saw in the extraordinary film, Hook, Wendy’s anticipation began to fade as the real world took its toll. As each year passed, she was less and less enthusiastic about a return trip with Peter (until she eventually just handed over her granddaughter, which is a little weird). The same can be said for college grads. As we get older and garner more responsibility in this real world (kids, homes, jobs further away), we, Wendy, are less likely to acquiesce to the request of our Peter Pan, the alumni weekend.

Fortunately, there is no Captain Hook in this analogy (well maybe the price of tuition or textbooks could be portrayed as Captain James but more on that at a later time). Another correlation I found was the company that I share when I return to Manchester for alumni weekend. I had an amazing core of friends and still remain close with a majority of them, and we make a big deal of returning to our alma mater once a year. Without that nucleus of people to build the anticipation around, it would probably not be as much fun.

Oh yeah one last thing, “BANGARANG!!!!”