What if your whole life had been built around the bit of fate of your birth? Oops looks like some Tools got broken. Continue reading
This is … Well … This is me … Sort of virtual me if you like … Sitting here in my virtual desert … Communing with my virtual friend … Oh that’s George … A regular Magpie.
So imagine me … Well why would I not want to talk about me? Isn’t that what a blog is for? Isn’t that what every sane soul … And others too … As I was saying … I do believe that I am entitled to talk about me. That is all I really know about after all.
So … Imagine me sitting there in that desert pondering and musing and engaging in all those other belly-buttonish sort of activities that were so dearly paid for back in the sixties.
Well as I was telling George the other day … “George” I said to my dear friend, “Where were you back when I really needed you, when I was was young and the whole world was open to me? Where were you?”
Of course George never did give me an answer. He likes to think of himself as … Well back in the old days … Hmmm maybe even today … He thinks of himself as above such petty little problems like survival.
Imagines himself as one of those lilies of the field I guess.
George tells me that everything that has happened is because I made certain choices and allowed such happenings. Well … Fine for that lily-livered George to say … That way he gets to avoid any sort of uncomfortable discussion about fairness and justice.
So … I decided I would just let George have his way … I would stop complaining about all the broken things I was finding in this old broken world and I would only associate with positive people and perfect situations and I would show better appreciation for all the wonderful gifts I found all around me.
Guess what! That is how I found myself sitting in this desert. The only really real thing I could grasp out of life were handsfull … Hmmm or would that be handfulls … Doesn’t matter I guess what you call it …
So Now what I do is reach out and no matter which direction I look … I finally have found something that is real and honest and lasting … Well yes overall it does shift and change but I am used to that.
As I was saying all I need to do is reach out and pick up a handful of sand … Lovely warm golden sand sifting through my fingers. And they say nothing in this world is free.