So it came to pass, that one morning I awoke, and the Serenity Prayer snapped into place within the folds of my grey matter.
After so many years, the ghosts populate more of my reality than does the corporeal, and I can barely take a step without tripping upon one.
I’ve courted chance and change, and in so doing I’ve lived multifarious existences within this singular life. I feel closer to the end of life than to the middle of it.
I feel it most when I must time travel. When the genesis of a new spirit causes my returning to an epoch for which I was ill-suited, unprepared or undereducated, I must wrestle with understanding what part of me now was formed then.
I ponder the question: If I had known the outcomes, would I have undertaken my plans differently, more fearlessly, more carefully, less guardedly?
Can I use the answer to that query to extrapolate a lesson about my present choices?
“God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
“Courage to change the things I can,
“And wisdom to know the difference.”
(Act forthwith in a manner that reflects the education gleaned from the specters.)
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