Considering my earlier post was on the death of my uncle, you would think that a discussion of the meaning of life would stem from that. Honestly, it came from another place all together.
Looking at life. The eternal questions of man, That which we have looked to the heavens for, and within ourselves. Introspective contemplation, through the ages of man. What is being? Why are we here? I have found the reason, or rather my reason.
To lose a dear friend. For an icon in a life to leave this Earth. For a great man to bring to an end his final chapter. How do we express a lament for someone in our lives who is just as much myth as man? A legend in our mind. How do we honor a man who has bestowed an unimaginable gift upon the world by simply existing?
My eyes are burning. I have an appointment with the Optometrist tomorrow...eek!...which one?..eek! (I'll have to look that up on my work computer). And I just found this poem. Makes me want to read more poetry. Maybe even write some. And keeps my eyes burning because I can't stop surfing and reading other peoples thoughts and examining their ideas.
I am shocked, I am outraged, and well, confused. I honestly don't know how to feel this christmas season. As I succumb to the evils of corporate America sucking me dry and telling my children they can't live without a small piece of plastic they will lose interest in within twenty minutes, and it is all my old stuff. I feel like I am walking into my own garage sale as toy manufacturers sell off my childhood in a new package.
Don't get me wrong, I am the king of anti-road rage. I don't speed (honestly, I don't go over the speed limit.) I don't freak out and honk at people over silly foolish things. But those people in the parking lots... you know the ones I am talking about.
While driving down yet another polluted, overcrowded freeway this weekend, I came across a site that never fails to bring a tear to my eye. Like so many times before I bore witness to the discarded of society. While it is inevitable that in a large populated society we should leave behind and discard that which we once held so dear, must we then ignore it's existence? Have we become so desensitized to it that we now pass by without giving it a second thought? While that seems to be the case for so many others, I refuse to fall into that particular rut (I have ruts of my own that I have yet to fully explore.)
This post was sent to me (Wayne) , from my brother a couple of days ago. He doesn't know it yet but he is now a feature writer on this site. I am posting this as him and under his new account. Please read, this brought a big fat smile to my face and I couldn't be happier for him
Well, I have to say that it is an odd experience. Just two days ago, I talked to
Wayne, and was terribly depressed about my situation. I felt like I was going nowhere,
like there was nothing in my future to look towards. Then it happened. Shannon
pointed out an ad in the paper.
I had always toyed with the idea of getting a job with a newspaper, to be honest I
had wanted that since I was twelve. It was my whole basis behind my choice in
college. I wanted to work for a newspaper, still, over the years, my dreams have
faded, and my outlook has skewed.
I moved on from dreams. I began looking toward responsibility. My dreams had lead me
down so many false paths, to so much failure. Then, a simple ad in a small town
newspaper shown it's glimmer on me. I laughed when Shannon showed it to me, but for
two days I couldn't stop thinking about it. All I could think of was this little ad,
and a tarnished dream.
