Life is a forward looking, forward moving activity.
It must be.
Things cannot be un-done. But we can change things, do new things. Projects. Ideas. Tasks. Whims. Wild dreams. Outrageous ideas. Outlandish plans. Massive miscalculations.
Am I describing corporate folly, government grandiosity or everyone?
Or assessing myself?
What is truth?
And once you’ve figured that one out, does that mean everything else – everything that isn’t truth – is illusion?
P.S.: I’ve concluded in recent days that pain, and avoidance of it, causes brevity. I wonder if that is applicable to many things, to everything or just to my thing …
column written/ published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 4C/40F, overcast, warm breeze – dead of night silence as banners at the car dealership flapped in the wind. Gusta was very busy sniffing rabbit droppings where snow has receded from tree-wells.