Why can’t life be like playing Sims?
It’s Monday morning and I’m all ready to work. Well, sort of. My feet are cold, so I grabbed a blanket to wrap them in and proceeded to knock my glasses off the couch and hit my nose with my computer. I would love to explain how I did this, but the physics are beyond me.
I took most of the weekend off this week, which was not easy for me because I’m horrible at taking time off. When I do take the time to relax, I usually read, work puzzles, go for walks, and play Sims.
Sims is a great game if you don’t want to do anything too strenuous. Aside from building houses, my favourite part of Sims is it’s like real life only you get to start over if it isn’t going well.
Wouldn’t that be wonderful?
Though it’s a useless endeavour, I sometimes indulge in re-writing my past. Imagine if I had understood then what I know now, how differently I would have played the game of life. It’s a silly game that doesn’t really help anything.
However, in Sims, I get to go back and start again. I can just create a new character, or a new house, or cheat (shhh, don’t tell anyone). I love the motherlode cheat. Instant 50, 000 dollars! Yay!
I am slowly beginning to believe that every day is a new start in this real, physical life. In truth, every moment, every second is a new start. Yes, I know this, but that knowledge doesn’t always stop me from sliding into the ‘if only’ pit.
Wouldn’t it be interesting if life was more like a video game? Ah, you failed at that level. Here you go; here’s a new life. Try again. This time, let’s apply what we’ve learned and go around the lava pit instead of trying to jump over it. (No lava pits in Sims. Just hunger, bathrooms, love, and death.)
My if only’s?
- if only I had believed in myself
- if only I took more chances
- if only I did what I wanted instead of what I thought everyone else wanted me to do.
Ahh, the list is longer than that, but who wants to dig through that sludge on a Monday morning?
“The time has come,” the Walrus said,
“To talk of *(other) things:
Of shoes–and ships–and sealing-wax–
Of cabbages–and kings–
And why the sea is boiling hot–
And whether pigs have wings.”
– The Walrus and The Carpenter by Lewis Carroll
Do you ever suffer from ‘if only’? If so, what do you do to get out of it? Let me know in the comments below. I’m always looking for new ways to conquer the ‘if only’s’.
Thanks for reading. Kris
* In the original poem, it’s many.