1 If you could have learned one life lesson earlier than you did, which one would you want it to be?
anything financial. I haven't been dangerously stupid or careless, but I have been impulsive. Nine years of post-secondary education hasn't helped, with its unreal costs, ease of acquiring low-interest loans, and promotion of habits like buying books and providing for incredibly long vacations.
I wish I'd learned early the actual value of saving. I wish I'd known that it was even possible to start investing with a small amount of money, and to add to it gradually. I wish I'd put at least as much into saving and investment as I did into drinking and dining out.
2 If you were to console one person who needs comforting right now, who would it be?
a close relative who shall remain nameless, who is suffering in at least three different ways—that I know of—with a stoic grace that leaves me impressed and envious
3 If you were to say that there is a period of your past that you dream or think the most about, when would it be?
undergrad
4 If you had to name the person you know who is most at ease with their own mortality, who would it be?
I don't know if I can give any true answer to this question. I think that ease with one's own mortality is "proven" at the time when death is imminent, and anything before that is conjecture. Some people are comfortable with illness, weakness, or aging, at least more so than others. I have friends and family who have suffered from, endured, and risen above stuff that would "make Jesus want to drink gin straight out of the cat dish". Does that mean they are "at ease"? I'm not sure.
6 If you could dream about one aspect of your life more, what would you want it to be?
over the last couple of months I've had a recurring dream. I'm moving house, currently living in a walk-up apartment in an old house. Friends are helping me pack (!) and carry. One of them is a guy I've known for a long time—since high school? college? maybe?—with whom I am friends on FB. I know that, but I don't know who he is; I cannot see his face. That makes sense in context, because he's across the room with his back to a bright window, or he's behind me, or in a shadow, or around the corner. After everyone else has gone, it's just the mystery man and me left in the apartment. We're doing the last-minute cleaning up (a quick sweep of the floors, re-checking that all the closets and cupboards are clear, a swipe across the countertops and sinks with a cloth) and talking. From somewhere close behind me, he's admitting to me that he's always had a little crush on me, a little question in his mind of What If. Explaining that he's never acted on it because (of course) circumstances got in the way. Wondering if prehaps maybe . . . and he touches my shoulder. I turn, once again to be a little blinded by a light behind him, but knowing absolutely that I'm interested. We kiss. It's not one of those "lightning strikes and angels sing" kind of dream kisses, but it's awfully nice nonetheless. And then I wake up, laughing a little, because I never did figure out who he was.
I have had variations on that dream at least a dozen times, and it always ends unresolved. There is no sense of tension (not in a bad way, anyway), it's always a nice surprise, with at least enough mutual interest for a good kiss, and yet there's no new clue to his identity. And I wake up happy, amused, a little confused, and simultaneously curious and comfortable not knowing.
That's the kind of dream I'd like to have, every night.
7 If you were to choose the person who is most like you emotionally, who would it be?
Blackbeard, my work buddy. For a guy, in a different age bracket, who's worked different jobs, lived in far-away places, who's come from a vastly different background from my own . . . we are remarkably similar. We want a lot of the same things from our lives, and we express that need and desire in similar ways.
In fact—he's a lot like Chris, which both charms and terrifies me.
[from If: Questions for the Soul; the title quotation is by Fyodor Dostoevsky, from The Brothers Karamazov, and reads more fully below.]
“The awful thing is that beauty is mysterious as well as terrible.
God and the devil are fighting there and the battlefield is the heart of man.”