In a nanosecond of self-reflection – rare for me – I ask, “What the bejesus have I learned in my many orbits around this wobbly earth?”
When I blip back to my own version of reality, I wonder if there’s anyone who gives a s**t?” … and if there is, do I dare offer what’s stuck in my deeply grooved very gray matter?
And, gods forbid (I’m an avowed Pagan and have lots of gods to mollify) will you hang-in to see if there’s any possible infinitesimal bit of relevance to your life?
Fortunately, I’ve learned very little. So, it’s a short-short list.
And, most of life, mine in particular is … seriously absurd.
TRUTH: The search for truth is greatly overrated … very hard work … an elusive and lonely pursuit.
I have yet to meet anyone who admits that the search for truth is their daily quest. Nor have I met anyone who is thankful that a truth seeker has told them their “truth.”
FOOD: If you count calories when you eat, then you’ve missed the primary purpose of food.
Food is entertainment. Supposed to taste good. Thrill your taste buds. Entice you. Sustenance is purely coincidental.
Pay no attention to the “food sufferers” lurking out there.
They manifest themselves as constant dieters and say things like, “I probably shouldn’t …” as they reach for more. Or, “Just one more”… after they’ve eaten the “one more.”
FEAR: If you’re not afraid, you’re a fool. Even the coolest of the cool is afraid.
They think they’ve learned to conquer Maurice Sendak’s “Wild Things” hiding under their beds. But, just like me, tucked somewhere beneath their super cool exterior, lies a mote of fear.
Face your fear and do it anyway … but only if it’s fun.
If it’s not fun, don’t do it … whether or not you’re afraid.
AGE: I will always be a 10-year old boy. I gave-up on maturity many years ago. And that’s a good thing.
The bad news is, I no longer have a 10-year old body. So when I get up each morning and feel like I’ve been in a car wreck, I remember:
I probably haven’t been in a car wreck …
Food will fix me up …
I should re-read my worn copy of Sendak’s “Where the Wild Things Are.”
And, live my life with the enthusiasm of a 10-year old, filled with fear, but still running to the fun.