Free-fall

A world with no backspaces. A world without the delete key.
No undos. Absence of ctrl-x. No do-overs. No second chances.
No spell check. No edits. No apologies.
Ever.

That world begins here:

Every letter, every word carefully chosed(chosen), typed slowly, and deliberately.
Thought before action. Mind over metacarpals. Free will over find(g)ers.

I'm already wanting to fix the wrongly spelled words. It's the perfectionist in me.
The one I ate . Okay, that was stupid. Ignore this paragraph.

What if life were this way? It kind of is, sin't it (isn't it?) If we realized the foreverness of each decisoin, would we treat others differently? Wol(Would) we always be cautious, afraid to live? Would we still be brac(brave) strong, heroic, even? Would we read blogs, would we write them, or wouldn't we? Would we be obsessed with death, and search endlessly for the cure. Would we ponder the after life and pray withour(t) ceasing, hoping with f(hopeful) faith that the finiteness of human i(life() can be overcome by something even more eternal and forever and lasting than a single moment's decision? Would we love? Would we hate?

What is the perfect lifestyle? How can one live without regrets? Will we ever stop wishing for time machines? Will the delete button ever suffer the fate that its imposed on so many others: a fate of nothingness and void.

Can we learn from the past without longing to change it?
I'm living n(in ) the moment.
Will Ignor this line.
I'm living for the moment.
Attempting to stiffen my neck, never look back.
Never say die, never ask why.
Live live looking forward.
"Onward and upward" - CS Lewis
Backspace begone.

New era begins here:



-j.a.m.