||[Feb. 13th, 2009|07:45 am]
It's not often that I have deep thoughts. I mean, to a certain extent I'm a major navel-gazer. I'm always thinking about why I do things or say things, or don't do, or don't say. Always examining my motivations, my behavior. But it really is usually just about me and my efforts to be a better person. |
See, already having said that, my skin is crawling and I'm dying to make jokes, a pratfall, something. (Note that I had to use my goofy Percy icon)
But, seriously, I heard someone on the radio talking about trying to steer your life in the right direction and I thought -- maybe that's why people get into so much trouble, slam up against so many obstacles, wallow in frustration and disappointment.
Existence isn't a road you drive a car on. Even an ocean you steer a boat through. It's a wave. And you have to figure out how to ride it properly. You can't control it, you can't master it. You try and ride the crest -- and when you hit it, it's sweet. If it hits you, you can get knocked over. Sometimes that's fun, especially if you roll with it. Sometimes it knocks the stuffing out of you and you wind up with an assload of sand, stinging eyes and water in yer tubes. But you get up, wash the sand out of your swimsuit and try again. And each time, you get a little better -- but you're never not at risk of getting another buttload of sand.
And sometimes the undertoad gets you. And you can flail against it, rage against it, try to fight its pull directly and you'll lose. If you keep your head about you and fight smart, cutting across it, beating it at it's own game, you'll be okay. You move to another part of the beach and set yourself at the waves again.
Because nothing's more sweet than hitting that crest, looking beside you and seeing other fish riding it along with you, the seagulls cheering you on. You're at the top of the world, it's easy and everything's brilliant.
As long as you remember that the wave won't go forever and you'd better make a plan to get your feet underneath you, or you are so gonna faceplant on the beach.
I lay awake in bed at night worrying about that awful undertoad. :-)
Seriously, this was a pretty deep posting...wait, that was funny...
Okay, really seriously this time - excellent posting. It makes sense with my current situation. I'm taking action today and it feels good :-) Much better than wallowing like I did yesterday. Of course, I could do without the hangover...
What? What? I can't hear you, I have water in my ears. Who knew that the butt of my bathing suit could hold so much sand? OW! F-ing sandfleas...
Yep, it's all about flow.
I find your analogy to be more prescient than most anything I've read lately. Excellently written!
But... at the end paragraph, I couldn't help but think I wanted to forward the whole thing to Dr. Phil and tell him "At least someone gets it, you two-bit schuckster! Go take Geraldo, Benny Hinn and all the others like you out to Dr. Kevorkian's for a VERY long retreat! Society will heal itself faster WITHOUT your fatally simplistic and horrifically misguided guidance."
Well said m'dear.
I'm currently trying to decide if I wanna get off this particular wave and try to catch a better one.
Life - tis a gamble no?
2009-02-14 05:47 pm (UTC)
Life as Gamble...........from the rocketeer
"All right folk gather round; no crowding please. Now you sir, pick a card, any card........."
2009-02-14 05:50 pm (UTC)
Re: Life as Gamble...........from the rocketeer
Sorry, should have been "folks" (alt. rubes, hicks, bunch of clueless XXXXX)