Journey; battle; box of chocolates; garden; menu; narrative.
I have, on occasion, thought of life as a journey
but journey implies destination which is fraught with problems –" where am I going!?", "how did I get here?" – and the only destination I can think of anyway
is oblivion. And we're all going to get there whatever our travelling plans.
I've never thought of life as a battle,
though I've known several people who have and they never seemed happy;
a box of chocolates – you may never know what you're going to get but you can bet it'll be sweet;
or a garden.
Though I quite like that one. It implies nurture, fresh air and muddy carrots.
A menu? Nah. I tend, more and more, to think of my life as a plotless, intertextual story. I am both the writer-director and a character: part of an ever shifting ensemble cast.
What I like about this metaphor is that I can learn from other writers how to make the story more engaging
and, importantly, I can redraft.
I found the usual suspects picture at this rather interesting site: http://neuroanthropology.net/2008/06/23/encephalon-48-the-usual-suspects/
The Guernica pic came from here: http://new-art.blogspot.com/2005/11/post-guernica-now.html