If life were a rerun, it would be fantastic. There would be zero guessing, no major decisions on where to go. We would already know what to wear, what to say, what career we are meant for. We would even know who to marry, how many kids to have, and what their lives are going to be like also.

But really, who enjoys reruns, truly? At least as much as they enjoy them the first time through, when there are endless possibilities, and endless chances to be proven right or wrong. That's where the adrenaline comes. Its such a great feeling. I mean, if you're deep in a forest, your backpack fell down a cliff taking with it everything you have but the clothes on your back, and you're being chased by a particularly malicious bear, you're not going to get scared and start truly fearing for your unfulfilled life as your feet are pounding through the thick and dark forest if you already know that your intuition- filled friend is going to show up with a well-timed helicopter and whisk you safely away.

Be honest now. Would it be as rich of an experience without the adrenaline and without the mystery? No! It wouldn't! And be honest, is watching Inception or other some such movie a second or third time through as exciting? No! The mystery is gone!

Now, this is all coming from a girl who LOVES to re-watch movies, TV shows, and re-read books. Ask me how many times I have seen Tangled, and its only been out on DVD for a couple of weeks. And ask me how many times I have read Harry Potter. And I will go ahead and tell you now that I am going through Chuck episodes for the second time, and I will probably go for a third, fourth and fifth.

So, going back to the idealistic side of the rerun philosophy, a part of me does think that it would be stupendous. I am at a sort of transition in life. I look ahead and I have NO idea how its going to go. Am I going to graduate and get a great job, am I going to get married before or after that, am I going to change my major at some point because I will realize that teaching is not for me, am I, am I, am I? It goes on. The possibilities are endless because this is my first time through, this is not a rerun. But, just as I really wanted a heads up before the power went out last week, I would really kind of like a similar heads up in my life. Sadly, though, and probably beneficially, thats impossible.

So, I keep on guessing.

But here is another thought. What if our lives were written out in a book? Our own personal pre-memoirs.  That offers up a simple solution. Just read ahead. We wont know everything in life, just a small part of it. We could figure out, for example, just WHEN something is going to happen. Or how. Whatever. Just as long as some of the maddening mystery were taken away.

That's innocent enough right? Wrong. Dead wrong.

Hopefully, you have read Harry Potter. All seven books. And if you have then you would recall that at the beginning of each chapter there are pictures, having something to do with the story. NORMALLY they are blameless and unoffending, not giving anything away. However, towards the end of the very last book, (therefore the most important ending, right?) there is a very infuriating picture. Well, I used to look ahead at the pictures only, studiously avoiding the words themselves. I thought it was the okay part of reading ahead. Once again, DEAD WRONG. I saw this picture (not wanting to spoil for those who haven't read the book, I wont say which one, although a Potter expert could probably guess) and I was soooo mad.

I will leave it at that to avoid pointless ranting. However, I describe this to illustrate the dangers of reading ahead, so that theory is also out.

Sadly, that leaves me still guessing.

Our lives haven't been made into a movie or written in a book because they are still being written. But, THAT, dear readers, is the exciting part. We don't already know so we get the full and delicious suspense out of life.

One of my many philosophies going through my head at random times. Apologies.

Always musing, always looking forward to the next page, never reading ahead, and always,

Amanda In Logan