Along my way, how can that convey – how can you convey – how you feel?
We all receive.
What are we sending – our message to each other of what we just did, saw or watched?
What are we putting back, pushing back, sending back?
Idling time is over.
High gear, peddle to metal – that’s what February should be all about, should it not?
While half the world is shivering, wanting to scoot through February with a possible pause and cuddle for warmth on the 14th, it’s just another winter month. C’mon … we can do better than that, can’t we?
I don’t need any more reminders about the precious fleeting-ness of life – I’m full up!
I don’t need any more reminders about opportunity being a key-stroke, eye-wink or heartbeat away – all I have to do is think it, do it, live it, be it, have it, own it, play in it, laugh with it, smile at it and lift my humble bar higher.
Just get a bit better every day – just a little bit. Or more if you like.
Just burn one calorie more that I take in.
But at least one.
Just survive ~ how else can I thrive?
This week, and month, all about celebrating – New Year began.
Now, as month ends it is Chinese New Year – Gung hay fat choy!
This writing is not jail, but a life-long sentence.
morning walk: -9C / 15F, strong wind – perhaps the warming kind – snow feels softer than -9C, Gusta wanting to stroll and sniff, I wanted to stretch and sprint a bit, so we compromised and went her speed.
Were are we, each one of us, going? I don't mean just today and what we have on our plates, all scheduled out, with no possibility of instantaneous. I mean what are our, each one of us, goals? Society attempts to insert an equation in our minds and lives at an early age. Get educated, get employed, find a mate, build a family, retire, then die. Those of us who are 'familied' attempt to impose that same equation on our children. If any part of that equation seems to forget its place in the overall order of the scheme of things we then go into a questioning mode of whether what we are doing is right or what we were told to do is right. I have always been a rebel-reference the picture of the five-year old me standing on a boulder with my hands on my hips in the middle of a rushing stream and I do mean rushing. I have a look on my face as if to shout to the world, "don't tell me what to do" after being told not to step into that rushing stream. I have never been a planner and most certainly have been a doer and never asked for anyone's opinions as to what or where I should follow. I have many scars, both physical and emotional, to prove that not all of my very own decisions were correct. But, when it is all said and done I wouldn't change a thing. Sometimes I think you may plan a bit to much, overanalyzing the results of every action. If I may offer up a suggestion: live a little spontaneously at some point in your life without thinking of the consequences, as long as you don't hurt anyone but yourself in the process. We get hurt, we heal, we move on and both the hurting and the healing become intrinsically enmeshed in the very essence of who we become. Just a thought. Toodles, GW, soon to be Bon Wier,(two more weeks, woo-hoo) Tx.
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