what is 100%?

Friday afternoon, as per usual. I typed a large amount of notes on my phone this week. I copy them here, so essentially, this week’s post has been compiled throughout the week, made throughout London… Perhaps it is possible to conclude that different sites cause different emotions which are represented here.

A quick note that i made separately, was of a story, i read in the newspaper earlier in the week...

68 years since the end of World War 2! Evading justice for 68 years makes Bin Laden et al, look like foolish children!

I  am going to keep my commentary to a minimum, as hopefully the notes speak for themselves!

We must make sure life treats us well. Life is like, but not, a game. We lose, we die, but we cannot win. Our life is all about how we choose to play the game.

This should not be treated lightly. In no way do I suggest that life is a game, but we have to teach ourselves how we can play.

One of the most important, key facts was one of the earliest things that I remember, post-coma. I remember the same being told to all patients in hospital (RHN) – ‘everyone is different’

We were all taught very early on that everyone is different. No brain injury is the same. Therefore it is impossible for people to be ‘cured’. Every brain is individual, most injuries are different, therefore results are always unique.

I never met a 'success story' example, of my injury (everyone is different anyway). I have therefore had no-one to look up to but myself, throughout my rehabilitation. This perhaps explains my strong self-belief. I don't let myself consider negatives, I focus 100% on positives.

I am now living life (out of rehab) and beginning to find out what I have been forced to miss out on as a young/mid twenty something. I have been used to living in blissful ignorance. Fear is ok, but the truth hurts. I must maintain the thought that I now live in 'life part 2'. It is now impossible to have the same dreams/aspirations as I have always had in 'life part 1'.

I enjoy the things which I enjoyed in ‘part 1’, obviously, but now am seriously restricted in how I feed these loves. I am lucky to be feeling these loves at all, but I often find myself asking myself too big questions. I do find it hard to completely turn off Patrick1, and beginning to learn to experience life as Patrick2. Confused? Ah well.

Bar Italia, espresso, fresh water, fixes everything. Surrounded by perfection, a smile returns! :)

I leave, the question returns. How can I attain 100%?. Nothing is perfect, but, oh I am confused.