So life takes a while to live. During that time we take and give, but do we realize we are making a mark on other folks lives? At times surprise over takes us all, so when some one that we never suspected at all; tells us of some event coarse or fair; the things that she remembered, how, when and where : and we know deep inside that we indeed had been there and we are forced to take the time to think when/where, “Do I care ?, and the automatic ” I am sorrys'” or “Thank yous'” are dispensed, we have to wonder if we made any sense. Perhaps we do not realize, how much we impact others folks lives.
When did this happen ?
I do not understand what it is like to be eighteen?
I do not understand what it is like to be , my age?
I do not remember what it was like to be a teen?
I do not remember what is like to have a wife and a child ?
I do not remember what it is like to have a child grow up and enter the world “at large” ?
I do not remember what it is like to help raise a grandchild and a son-in-law?
I do not remember that I am not supposed to have an opinion ?
I am not supposed to have an opinion about anything ?
I do not remember.
How does one find ones’ self, when after looking through all the past selves, one does not recognize ones’ self ?
In response to hbhatnagar phrase challenge via elusive trope:
His feet touched the icy floor:
And he peed himself, a little !
I recently had some spare time to spend, so I cashed it in and read a fairly funny book , “Poet Robot”, written by a fairly funny EI Wong. In all fairness I must say that I wore a fairly wide smile while deciphering the fairly twisted humor that emanates from his fairly convoluted mind!
I do feel more clever and handsome than I did before I read this off the wall offering by an author who manages to render a somewhat skewed ( and scary! ) look at the greater passions of life.
Thank you very much for the enlightenment, Eric !
A state of mind cannot justify
It cannot quantify
A coherent point of view.
It could possibly simplify
An abhorrent event viewed on the fly
By the witness on the ground
Who viewed it with a personal eye
And saw some close who died.
So easy to tell some will say
So right they are to denounce
And I can see the wrongs
And I think I see the rights
But what I see most of all
Are the fights.
Over What ?
The Super Bowl ! An opportunity for folks to gather together, party, mingle, act out, choose sides and argue with one another ! A mirror of American society ! ; )