I woke up Monday morning with a completely random fragment of a song playing in my brain.
“When the masquerade is played the neighbor folks make jokes at who is most to blame today.”
Who is most to blame today — that’s the game nowadays, isn’t it?
Who made this mess?
No mirrors in the building. It must be someone else’s fault. I know it’s not mine, because.
Look, life is an endless series of choices.
Choices have an endless series of consequences.
Another song fragment:
“There’s nowhere you can be that isn’t where you’re meant to be.”
Those are choices, too.
You can make jokes at who is most to blame today.
Or you can accept the choices that brought you here, where you’re meant to be.
Which choice gives you more power: Blame or acceptance?
I’m thinking that if it’s my fault, I can dig my way out.
I’m thinking that if it’s someone else’s fault, I may be stuck.
So who is most to blame today?
It’s me.
I can fix this.