Sunday, August 9. 2009
Dead Line
No day without a line, the Romans used to say. They certainly had no idea that being aligned with words is not enough.
Every day I keep creatively dreaming my reality into existence with nothing to back me up but this silly hope that someone might be interested enough to actually read what I write. It's a desperate kind of wishful thinking that keeps me going. So I ponder, I contemplate, I wallow, the latter mostly in self-pity, of course. It ends where all unilateral relationships do, in sorrow.
Now I was told that sorrow can be savoured as a source for creativity. That's great, for I'm so full of sorrow that I will be able to come up with even more words that won't be read.
Glad, the dog needs to go for a walk. The meadow will already be lined - with trees.
Every day I keep creatively dreaming my reality into existence with nothing to back me up but this silly hope that someone might be interested enough to actually read what I write. It's a desperate kind of wishful thinking that keeps me going. So I ponder, I contemplate, I wallow, the latter mostly in self-pity, of course. It ends where all unilateral relationships do, in sorrow.
Now I was told that sorrow can be savoured as a source for creativity. That's great, for I'm so full of sorrow that I will be able to come up with even more words that won't be read.
Glad, the dog needs to go for a walk. The meadow will already be lined - with trees.
Thursday, August 6. 2009
Chesty Insight
I've been coughing and sneezing for a few days now. There's no denial, I have a cold. And with all the high tech and meds and treatments we have, one thing is for sure: All I can do is wait 'till it's over.
A cold in a hot summer is a drag. They say, you can get it from neglect. Well, I wouldn't know. I haven't got anybody to neglect me.
A cold in a hot summer is a drag. They say, you can get it from neglect. Well, I wouldn't know. I haven't got anybody to neglect me.
Wednesday, August 5. 2009
Law of Must Action
They say, good things come to those who wait. And we naturally assume, there must be some truth in it, since this wisdom exists in quite a few languages and therefore cultures. But maybe that phrase was made up to keep people in their places and ask for nothing?
Because, on the other hand, it always comes down to something unexpected that occurs so often that we should have gotten used to it by now and still never will: What you get is subject to commitment. What ever you are willing to put into your goal is inversely rated to its outcome. So if you don't care, also fate won't bother.
Because, on the other hand, it always comes down to something unexpected that occurs so often that we should have gotten used to it by now and still never will: What you get is subject to commitment. What ever you are willing to put into your goal is inversely rated to its outcome. So if you don't care, also fate won't bother.
Tuesday, August 4. 2009
Looking Ahead
I happened to visit a cemetery today. Together with a young and ever so good friend of mine I was visiting an old friend that died last year. I don't do that very often as cemeteries are not my idea of cosy places.
For instance, I could not imagine my old friend lying down there deep in the ground. Not him, and definitely not me. I'd prefer cremation, I said to both, the dead and the living friend. The living friend nodded vigorously, and began to describe what could happen to her body if it was down there, even though I pointed out that I didn't wish to picture it too much in detail. Alright, she said, but since she had given it a lot of thought already, she was prepared to buy an urn soon.
"You want to buy your own urn?"
"Of course. I'm not having anyone buy a jumper for me, let alone my urn."
"But now? You're 27!"
"28. And you never know when it could be too late."
I had a lot to think about on the way back. I then told my folks at home. But I'm not gonna tell my young friend what the folks said: "Well, whatever. She's probably gonna be struck by lightening on an ocean freighter, and then the beautiful urn will be standing on her shelf for nothing."
For instance, I could not imagine my old friend lying down there deep in the ground. Not him, and definitely not me. I'd prefer cremation, I said to both, the dead and the living friend. The living friend nodded vigorously, and began to describe what could happen to her body if it was down there, even though I pointed out that I didn't wish to picture it too much in detail. Alright, she said, but since she had given it a lot of thought already, she was prepared to buy an urn soon.
"You want to buy your own urn?"
"Of course. I'm not having anyone buy a jumper for me, let alone my urn."
"But now? You're 27!"
"28. And you never know when it could be too late."
I had a lot to think about on the way back. I then told my folks at home. But I'm not gonna tell my young friend what the folks said: "Well, whatever. She's probably gonna be struck by lightening on an ocean freighter, and then the beautiful urn will be standing on her shelf for nothing."
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