If I Could Live Like Merlin

If I could live like Merlin, how much happier would I be?

To grow young with the wisdom of a sage?

Reveling in the warmth of spring renewed, remembering the bite of winter?

If I could live like Merlin, would the stars dance to my every whim, sing whatever song I choose?

If I could live like Merlin, would the knowledge of an age not born be carried on my shoulders?

Every story's ending completed before begun?

Would knowing all the answers, before the questions asked, bring a life of smiles, fulfillment and success?

To understand intention before the words are spoken; eliminate confusion fear and doubt.

Living backwards…wondering how the story begins instead of ends.

Rowing against the rushing tide instead of flowing easily along its natural stream.

If I could live like Merlin, how much happier would I be?

Is a story better told from outward in? Is it better understood knowing the mysteries solved?

Unraveling in reverse, appreciating origins over outcomes?

But…a mystery understood, is a mystery no more; no point to the story when the ending’s not in doubt.

No game, no challenge…no fun.

No fun, no happiness, no joy.

Joy comes wrapped in a package whose contents are unknown.

Anticipation is the handle that we attach to it.

Hope is the tool with which we open it.  

Disappointment or acceptance is the manner in which we receive it.

Knowing there’s more unseen than seen, more unknown than known, more to find than lost….

More to learn than forget….

More to live than regret….

If I could live like Merlin, how much happier could I be?

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"Happiness is like a butterfly.
The more you chase it, the more it eludes you.
But if you turn your attention to other things,
It comes and sits softly on your shoulder."
Henry David Thoreau