So
how many times, do we plink away on our cell phone, swear & mumble, “Damn auto correct?” Really, it lends
itself to frustration & depending on the good-sense-of-humored recipient,
lots of laughs. So I was thinking about our lives. What if your life came with
an auto correct feature? What if we were born with a compass always pointing
due North that would bing every time we veered off course? Would that make our lives a safe vanilla? In
the end, we would have much less stress because we wouldn’t be making poor
choices. It would make our lives safe & predictable, not much flavor or
excitement. That would work for some I’m sure. I, however, prefer no auto
correct whatsoever. Reflect on this
passage from Gail Godwin’s novel The
Finishing School:
There are two kinds of
people... One kind, you can tell just by looking at them at what point they
congealed into their final selves. It might be a very nice self, but you know what you can expect no more surprises from it.
Whereas, the other kind keeps moving, changing. With these people, you can
never say, “X stops here,” or “Now I know all there is to know about Y.” That
doesn’t mean they’re unstable. Ah, no, far from it. They are fluid. They keep moving forward and making new
trysts with life, and the motion of it keeps them young. In my opinion, they
are the only people who are still alive.
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