Many, many years ago I made a choice. I made the choice to leave school, find some work and concentrate on being a rock star. I chose not to finish the classes I was taking, complete my application for drama college and become an actor. With hindsight, I probably made the wrong choice.
Now, I sit here thinking about past events and pondering what might have been. Of course, there are many things that would not have happened if I had chosen differently. And many of those things I wouldn’t change… but hey, that’s life, yin and yang, positive and negative, good and bad.
It’s my birthday and I have become a man of a certain age. I may have missed my opportunity to play James Bond, and I am far too XY for Doctor Who, as things currently stand, but there are still roles I would like to play.
There are two personal favourites. Fagin, the tragic opportunist. I think reviewing the situation could be the soundtrack song of my life. Riff Raff, the seemingly powerless underling. At least singing the time warp would enable nostalgia for youth to smile again. But acting is a long gone alternative reality.
However, what role would I like to play in the everyday? What choices should I make to bring the most fulfilment to my life and the lives of the people I meet?
I am still making, what look and feel like wrong choices. Doing things that don’t work out the way I would like them. I sit and wonder why I bothered with this or that. One fairly recent event looms large in my rear view mirror, I look back and ask, ‘why?’ However, if that hadn’t taken place, with all its accompanying confusion and frustration, then I wouldn’t be facing a potential positive now.
I will always make wrong, or bad, decisions. Most likely you will too. The trick, or art to living, is to make the most out of wherever we find ourselves.
I’m going to make some living art…