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COMMON SCENTS

Tuesday Mar. 17, 2015


How do we know?

How can you tell?

We can’t rely upon what people say, or what people say about them.

If we want a true sense of reality – watch them in action.

When we spend time, we often measure it in dollars or cents, or in sweat and grime, or in opportunities won – or lost. We never get it back.

Nor should we.

Time is this train we ride.

Every day a few million get on, a few million get off.

I’ll keep riding …

When we spend time on something, or on someone, we don’t use cash or credit cards – we use real time.

Not dollars, not sweat.

We don’t pay with what we give up or lose, we pay with experience.

We contribute some.

We take away so much more.

We give and give and give.

Getting is not our purpose or grand reward, but it is often a lovely by-product. The getting comes in cash. In opportunities. When it does, we might waste it, lose it or gamble it foolishly.

Or, we might be making a wise investment.  We invest in the bank of me, in the risk of you – we talk about, work and aspire to things that are good.

These issues have no odor I can detect. Of course, everyone knows I have no sense of smell – which sometimes saves me from smelling foul things and rotted ideas. Or people most foul …

I think common sense is always in short supply.

We’d all be surprised I think, how far some common sense can go. As someone I know often says, “common sense isn’t that common.”


Mark Kolke

column written/ published from Calgary, AB

morning walk:  -5C/24F, overcast an hopeful … afternoon warming all week will hopefully get us back to brown (if only to keep the rabbits safe). Gusta was romping happily in the snow while I was keen to get back to finish my early-Tuesday project ritual. She’ll get more later … maybe, if I have the time! 


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