Sometimes it takes a really big life problem for us to realize how small all the other ones were.
Nature has many tricks to show us our ineptitude and arrogance. Winter is just one of them.
I WONDER..... .....Could people think if there were no words? ....Why do employers give you sick leave, then frown when you use it? .....Now for the really big question.... Why it is that when someone calls you "still sexy" in the high numbers of your life... that person comes up to you in the store later and wants to talk to you when you're buying Preparation H?
I wonder which is greater.... the mistakes people have made, or the mistakes that have made people.. But I guess that's a chicken-and-egg question.
Is impatience a good prediction of failure?
FOR THOSE FOR WHOM ONLY TIME IS THE ANSWER: In the middle of the night you came here, carrying the whole world in your stomach. Another day had ended, a day that, if you ask others, you wore well. You did laugh, but the laugh was not yours. You were bloated with words, but did not speak the thoughts that were tired of being thoughts. You wanted to be held again like you were held when you were first discovering life. You wanted back, were not willing to give up, what was gone. So, here you are again, in this parking lot, in the dark bowels of your vehicle, and you count windows to a room with blue-white shadows and a screen depicting rhythms, then loss of rhythm. Tears drip unfettered into fabric. Again, unable to sleep, you mourn another who will not waken.
What makes anyone want to get up in the morning and gather gear to "go kill something" for a body part? I don't understand the "trophy hunt." I have trouble enough accepting a "survival" kill, but then I've always had at least a can of corn to eat. I am not a vegetarian, so I know that makes me somewhat hypocritical, but I think of all the creatures large and small just trying to find their way, much as I am, and to know something was slaughtered for a scrap of hide or horn, or just because it inconvenienced or entertained someone by crossing someone's path....just makes me very sad.
Just something to think about: I wonder why it is that we as parents sometimes substitute personal communication with our children with noisy gismos placed in their hands, offer the affection of money rather than personal touch and hugs, gaze at our wardrobe or checkbook or out the window while a little one tugs at our arm....and then stand dumbfounded and with accusations when the child fails to bond with us, and goes astray.
Who's To Blame?
Who silenced Jiminy Cricket?
Who's sullied Peter Pan?
By what freak of circumstance is Al Capone an ordinary man?
Who made faith a gimmick?
Who put love to shame?
Who keeps bidding "uranium" in a dead hand poker game?
Who infected government?
Who recall the Trojan Horse?
Who turned Women's Lib to Women's Lip and split a world of force?
Who denied the names of children? Who forced the names on fame?
Who removed our brains to memory banks and put free thought in chains?