Only Hope Can Keep Me Together...

At work, my boys are always looking out for me.

I'm not allowed to pick big boxes up, even though I do.

I'm not allowed to walk into the warehouse in my bare feet, even though I do.

I'm not allow to play with the blades. They've taken them off me, so I can't any more.

And I'm not allowed to "fix" the shredder by myself any more.

I always laugh at their concern for me, but a horrific though occurred to me today. What if I had been fixing the shredder again with a blade, while it was switched on and I electrocuted myself and ....

What if, that had happened, and one world with me in it stopped, and the other one carried out with me in it, unelectrocuted and giggling at the prospect that I might have been.

What if, every time you made a decision, an alternate reality subdivided created alongside the one you were existing in and life carried on in a new, parallel world, and the same decisions you make created new ones.

How many new worlds would you create in a day, how different would the co-existing world be? Would you chose to live in the present, or the alternate? Which would be the real one? Would you life remain the same despite the difference that you made in that one choice?

When we are in a situation, and we have a decision to make, think of the alternate world you would create with each decision. Think which of the existences you would prefer and make the decision based on the type of reality you want to live in.

Take a big deep breath. and Do it.