I have tried to get my life all tidy and neat and presentable for the world...but my efforts are not enough. Most people, who try to reach a goal and can't...quit. I think...maybe they render it impossible. I don't know. Maybe, it is possible to reach the goal but just hard so they quit. Gibberish, I'm writing, I think. What is possible and what is not possible is in the eye of the beholder.
Is it possible to push pass perceptions that you have, to perceptions that you wish to have?
I want to run to another place with out tripping and falling down the rabbit hole. But, what I've found is that I can only get to another place via rabbit holes. They are always unfamiliar, frightening and welcoming. A strange combination those wonderland states. I don't like being there but how do you get out AND get to the place that you want to be?
Do you a) Walk through the looking glass?
b) Click your ruby red slipper heels three times repeatedly reciting, " there is no place like home"?
c) Just stand there (in that place) and let the back drop around you just melt away like so much wax?
d)Wake up and smell the coffee?
e) None or all of the above and then some.
I don't know. Somehow...I always welcomed the thought of being set in my ways when I reached the age of fifty. It gave me the fantastic comfort of thinking that everything would be cut and dry, I'd have a good sense of who I was, my world of growing pains would end and so there.
The thing is...no one told me that we change throughout the life span. No one told me either that questions concerning life and our existence become more numerous and complex with age. Curiouser and curiouser...
Flowers grow in gardens in various and sundry bright and beautiful colors blooming without shame. The sun continues to generously and indiscriminately shower it's glorious rays all over everyone. I will continue to wake up in the morning and live as best I can.
I can't say that I've been doing that. Life gets hard. I get lazy and go back to sleep most mornings...
Love...is the answer.
Is it possible to push pass perceptions that you have, to perceptions that you wish to have?
I want to run to another place with out tripping and falling down the rabbit hole. But, what I've found is that I can only get to another place via rabbit holes. They are always unfamiliar, frightening and welcoming. A strange combination those wonderland states. I don't like being there but how do you get out AND get to the place that you want to be?
Do you a) Walk through the looking glass?
b) Click your ruby red slipper heels three times repeatedly reciting, " there is no place like home"?
c) Just stand there (in that place) and let the back drop around you just melt away like so much wax?
d)Wake up and smell the coffee?
e) None or all of the above and then some.
I don't know. Somehow...I always welcomed the thought of being set in my ways when I reached the age of fifty. It gave me the fantastic comfort of thinking that everything would be cut and dry, I'd have a good sense of who I was, my world of growing pains would end and so there.
The thing is...no one told me that we change throughout the life span. No one told me either that questions concerning life and our existence become more numerous and complex with age. Curiouser and curiouser...
Flowers grow in gardens in various and sundry bright and beautiful colors blooming without shame. The sun continues to generously and indiscriminately shower it's glorious rays all over everyone. I will continue to wake up in the morning and live as best I can.
I can't say that I've been doing that. Life gets hard. I get lazy and go back to sleep most mornings...
Love...is the answer.
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