Jenga Jenga

My life has been a little like playing JENGA. I stack my little blocks, make my way to the top, and then hear the chanting in my head. Pull this one out, no that one. Life is a maze of choices. When it really comes down to it, I cannot really say what is "right" or "wrong". Each success was wonderful, filling me with confidence and resolve to continue. I could add these "successes" to my little spreadsheet in my head. It was a little like adding a gold star next to my name in elementary school. Each of the failures or detours taught me something about myself. Sometimes I needed better boundaries, sometimes I just needed to learn that I was indeed a mere human. There were even times when I do not yet know what I could learn about myself, but am able to be compassionate to others.
Now and then, just the right combination of blocks is removed and the whole tower falls, or maybe just a good portion of it. Either way, in the game, this means you lose. However, what do we do next? We simply stack the blocks again and start all over, making our best choices.
I have not only tripped or stumbled on this path of life, but have crashed colossally into the abysmal wall of failure. I'm not particularly shy, so I have usually done it with an audience and with a lot of panache.
No matter where it is merely removing one block, or watching the entire tower fall, life demands choices. Stagnation is its own misery and failure. We must change and grow and continue to make choices without knowing with any degree of certainty what really is "right". Charge forward, take your pauses when it is someone else's turn, and know that if it is all crashing down, that you and everyone else at your table can rebuild that tower. We are not alone. And remember that it was not meant to stay a pristine tower no more than it was meant to lie in a pile of rubble. Keep making the choices and be proud. You are living!