Context

There always has to be one doesn’t there?

There always needs to be a bit of history it seems, proof that we know what we’re doing. We’ve got experience, a track record, we’re legit – the real deal.

Evidence.

Why? We’re all making it up as we go along. All of us. Everything.

None of us have been here before (unless we have, depends what you believe…). Every day brings a new experience of some sort which enriches us, each valid and valuable, either in a pleasant or painful way, whether we like it or not.

We can’t predict the future. We can’t even guarantee tomorrow.

The only thing guaranteed of course is change and death.

But what is our story?

Where have we been? Why should I listen to you, be interested? Why should you listen to me? Why should you give a shit? Why should I?

The need to validate is strong. But how to do that?

Look back apparently – even though you really want to move forward, not stand still.

Stuff you’ve done happened yesterday, last year, last decade. Live now they say BUT the only proof you’re any good is in the past. It’s a brave soul who says no; sod you all, take it or leave it, take a gamble, step in to the unknown with me – I’m only going to show you what I made today.

But that’s rare isn’t it?

Context = Evidence.

Look at where I’ve been to guess where I might go. But there are no guarantees though because that’s not truly possible. I’m not who I was yesterday or who I’ll be tomorrow. We really are all making it up as we go along.

All of us.

Even the ones who look like they’ve got it down, got it going on, can apparently define how it’s done. They still can’t guarantee tomorrow.

It’s easy to think we’re the only ones who feel like an imposter. A fraud. An amateur. Don’t qualify. Don’t fit. Anyone says they don’t feel it, have never felt it?

Bullshit.

So, because I’m not yet that brave and haven’t quite overcome the need to validate or contextualise, on here will be drips of context.

Maybe I’ll delete all the context one day. That day though is not today. Damn it.

Can’t decide whether to date things either. That’s another form of evidence isn’t it…