How many days has it been since the bright sun has beat down on the fractured creatures that roam aimlessly through one day to the next on this spinning rock in an unconcerned galaxy? It has been grey out for fucking weeks now and I don't know for sure but I think the old S.A.D. is kicking in and it's not even the dead of winter.Some old friends of mine are currently going through hell this week as they deal with family deaths and life-threatening illnesses. However, to quote from The Noodle's latest blog: "What’s more is that right now I haven’t got one single personal, financial, health or family problem of any kind" and in many ways I see myself in that boat, maybe not the financial one, but generally health and civilized (ie., caring to mildly concerned) relationships is probably the most we can hope for amidst the constant but stormy flow of reality.
My heart goes out to those friends who are going into their own personal wilderness to wrestle with demons or angels. According to the best of the theologians, niether camps like humans. Are we justified in attacking others because we are fearful? Dunno. But I do know that these experiences school us into realizing that life is short and that right now is all we got, so let's take advantage of that - the fact that we can breath and move already puts us in the gifted camp. As one of the greatest and most misunderstood philosophers once said:
"When one has much to put into them, a day has a hundred pockets"
---Friedrich Nietzsche
1 comment:
where do we go when the storms wane,
down in the cellar or out in the rain ,shouting 'this will not be the end of me by any means'
well friends, it's easier said than done,
cause when the thunder cracks most of us run,
it's in our blood to hide from adversity
but i believe that these are
changes needed to go on
yes, i believe that these are
changes needed to go on
make the most of the day
or make peace with the setting sun
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