I often wonder how much damage we've done to ourselves accepting interpretation. The artist paints a blue fish and a passerby strolls by calling it an elephant without a trunk. The artist accepts the interpretation from the passerby. No! That's giving too much permission to someone that wasn't part of the journey. The moment we're allowed to accept interpretations as being a point of acceptance, that's when we begin interpreting our own acts and reactions. We get lost in the art of the self we were in 1985 only to spend the rest of our lives wanting to be them again. You can't. It's not real. Sure you lived it but your mind body and soul have forgotten valuable pieces of that full puzzle and going back to suck in the moment because you assumed it was right makes it all wrong. Many careers are dropped off the map because of the way we interpret a present situation. Instead of sitting down with the present maker of all that's unveiled, we allow ourselves to stand on the outside and pull in whatever we see is the path before we make a choice. We're sleepless at night not because it's human to get only so much sleep. Our imaginations are locked on trying to interpret what we feel is the situation. Stepping back to see what's on track is a tough cookie. Gaining access to who you presently are is a wall of judgement with no excuses to help forgive. So into the past we leap or we play a game of lets pretend. Tell me how many of those stories are being written via social media. Be more aware of what you share. The moment you begin to interpret you, a friend or family member you need to stop on the path and get into the present. Get the full picture. Assumption is an addiction.