Tying Up Knots
23 years of existence probably doesn't carry enough weight of authority to lend credence to the following things that I have to say. (Perhaps my bodily weight could make up for that. Then again, why am I taking stabs at my heftiness when there are plenty of people raring to do that without my help and/or request? But that's another topic altogether.)The past two entries have been more morose and dark than my usual inane and more often than not, nonsensical, musings. But even self-appointed goddesses of inanities have their moments when they step out of character and turn out to be, horror of all horrors, just like everyone else.
Looking at those two entries, I've deemed it time to move on. Grief can only go so far. Frankly, I've cried and brooded about as much as I can. Any more crying and my tear ducts will declare a shortage and would need to import from neighboring tear ducts at twice their value. (And you thought this government was bankrupt... )
So what better way to close this less than cheerful chapter than with a list of oh-so-typical lessons learned, choc-full of platitudes galore and forwarded-text-worthy foods for thought (or is it food for thoughts?...) Anyhoo, in no particular order:
- Your true friends may not visit you in your times of pain, but they will feel them whenever you do.
- Pride is when you believe you don't have any fault in you. Ironically, pride is about the biggest fault any person can ever have.
- Conventional wisdom: When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on.
- Christian wisdom: When you reach the end of your rope, let go. God's there to catch you.
- It takes a bigger person to admit he needs help compared to one who insists he doesn't.
- Don't ask for strength to run the mile. Merely ask for the will to put one foot forward after the other.
and finally....
- Death is not an end, but a beginning.
With that, life goes on. True, sooner than later, one less person will be with me to carry on. But that life lived here had made and touched so much. It'd be a shame, almost a crime, to waste it on sorrow. Finally, as a parting shot, a quote from Dylan Thomas:
Do not go gently into that good night.
Old age should burn and rage against the closing of the day.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
I hear you Dylan, rock on.
>> Incidentally, it never ceases to amaze me how much metaphysical debate (if not aggravation) can be generated over a piece of dried chewed bubble gum discovered under a table.
Houston, bring out the good silverware, she's on her way back.
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