Spring
The flood that is my backyard has taken a poor helpless shoe and drowned it.
My poor helpless shoe while it was still on my foot. Before I retreat to the tub to soak my little foot in warm water I thought I should cheer us all up with a poem of spring. It is afterall supposed to be a cheerful time! Yay spring!
If there comes a little thaw,
Still the air is chill and raw,
Here and there a patch of snow,
Dirtier than the ground below,
Dribbles down a marshy flood;
Ankle-deep you stick in mud
In the meadows while you sing,
"This is Spring" -C.P.Cranch
Now for some rubber boots.
As it were
Meaning is such an intensely coveted thing. To bury oneself in work or acedemics may be enough for some. Often though the work is never fully appreciated to the point at which one is left with a feeling of accomplishment. And for some it is enough to be respected and honored. But in this there is the problem of once again not becoming aware of such respect until such time as you are old and on your way out. Or held by such a silly thing as honor to hold the sword of your master as he falls upon it. Good old Strato. Luckily in this age we are not involved in such things as sword play. And yet you wonder how different it is....anyhoo. I'm babbling.
I'm beginning to come upon the opinion that people truly are happier when they believe that their life carries about it some higher purpose. Retirement for instance, it is a killer for many. Because as it is said, people tend to stick around longer when they have a job to do. Those with faith are also said to live longer lives. Its really quite a simple reality that if you belive you are important and worth something, or are living for a part a greater design, that you are going to desire to live. Which also translates into self worth and all that discourse that my generation has been pummeled with.
If you believe in yourself, you can be anything you want to be. Well I hate to admit that there is perhaps something to having confidence and modivation and all that. But it seems as though it may be true.
On the other hand I find it frustrating in this western society how people are all constantly striving to be something special and unique and important. We have so many people wandering aimlessly through university because they feel they need to 'be something' and cannot apply what the hell that's suppose to mean for them. And others that wander from job to job looking for that perfect fit that just doesn't seem to exist for them. Perhaps we put too much emphasis on loving what you do. And feeling fulfilled. Nothing about life has a perfect equation. There is always some give and take, some enjoyment and some work. When a person finds themselves unable to jump out of bed in the morning to get to their workplace, they begin to think they aren't doing what they are supposed to be. Or that something is wrong with the equation. Maybe something is wrong with
us.
Subsequently I must despair that there is indeed a great deal wrong with us all and I am unable to derive what it all is or if that even pertains to importance at all. And thus it is just the complications of life and I needn't worry my little mind of trying to understand it any more. Ah. Yes that feels better. My how I do enjoy compartmentalizing. O and denial. That's also a good one.
Good grief its been awhile
I don't have much to report. Just dropping a note to say hi! and yes I am still in a state of existance.
Today
Yes. Today is my anniversary. Or would have been I suppose. And yes. I am fine. Thanks. Now can we please all talk about something else?
