A live long experience of someone or something can make one so aware of the faults as to be scornful, spiteful, and downright mean.
Leaving them alone, angry, and hurt.
But ultimately, just alone.
Friday, June 1, 2012
A Hard Lesson (For Family) To Learn
"When pride comes, then comes disgrace, but with the humble is wisdom." Proverbs 11:2
Familiarity breeds contempt:
A live long experience of someone or something can make one so aware of the faults as to be scornful, spiteful, and downright mean.
A live long experience of someone or something can make one so aware of the faults as to be scornful, spiteful, and downright mean.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
In My Absence
"If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away." Thoreau
In my best attempt to fall off the beaten track of a constant life of conflict, with blinking red lights that remind me there is a world out there that demands my attention and understanding, I have succumbed to the pressure of focusing my thoughts toward a miniature screen and sticky keyboard and away from the natural, present movement in front of me.
I do this out of some sort of nudging obligation that says I'm needed, I'm missed, something else is more important...
Instead of diving head first into the saltiness of an escape and letting it wash over me with a simplistic wildness that screams "It's Your Life", I begrudgingly operate the wheel in the direction of someone else's priorities.
This is a minor sickness.
Won't you help me get well?
In my best attempt to fall off the beaten track of a constant life of conflict, with blinking red lights that remind me there is a world out there that demands my attention and understanding, I have succumbed to the pressure of focusing my thoughts toward a miniature screen and sticky keyboard and away from the natural, present movement in front of me.
I do this out of some sort of nudging obligation that says I'm needed, I'm missed, something else is more important...
Instead of diving head first into the saltiness of an escape and letting it wash over me with a simplistic wildness that screams "It's Your Life", I begrudgingly operate the wheel in the direction of someone else's priorities.
This is a minor sickness.
Won't you help me get well?
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Doubt Is Loud
"A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not quench." Matthew 12:20
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Progress
Searching for my own inspiration as tonight's shadows spread across the streets of Queens, NY.
"Boy, the way Glen Miller played. Songs that made the Hit Parade. Guys like us, we had it made. Those were the days! Didn't need no welfare state. Everybody pulled his weight Gee, our old LaSalle ran great. Those were the days!
And you knew where you were then! Girls were girls and men were men. Mister, we could use a man like Herbert Hoover again. People seemed to be content. Fifty dollars paid the rent. Freaks were in a circus tent. Those were the days!
Take a little Sunday spin, go to watch the Dodgers win. Have yourself a dandy day that cost you under a fin. Hair was short and skirts were long. Kate Smith really sold a song.
But couldn't seem to shake these profound words.
"Boy, the way Glen Miller played. Songs that made the Hit Parade. Guys like us, we had it made. Those were the days! Didn't need no welfare state. Everybody pulled his weight Gee, our old LaSalle ran great. Those were the days!
And you knew where you were then! Girls were girls and men were men. Mister, we could use a man like Herbert Hoover again. People seemed to be content. Fifty dollars paid the rent. Freaks were in a circus tent. Those were the days!
Take a little Sunday spin, go to watch the Dodgers win. Have yourself a dandy day that cost you under a fin. Hair was short and skirts were long. Kate Smith really sold a song.
I don't know just what went wrong!
Those Were the Days!"
I just don't know what went wrong.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
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