Be careful what you wish for, it’s probably taxable.
I am sitting here in front of my computer and I’m thinking about the future. I know what I have planned for tomorrow and for the following week. But what about the distant future? Growing up we all heard stories about how the future would hold flying cars and no diseases. We would go to work on moving sidewalks and have lunch half a world away in the blink of an eye. That future is not exactly what we got.
We don’t have flying cars and we can’t be transported around the world in seconds. We have cured some diseases but are woefully inadequate in others. Now I kind of expect to be a part of the future and I would expect the same of you. I’m not planning on being around for a hundred years but I’d like to stick around for another 20. Maybe.
It also makes me wonder where are we headed? Some parts of the world seem to be desperately trying to annihilate one another and some parts seem to be doing everything in their power to save the planet. Are you confused yet? Do we deserve to survive? Depends on who you ask.
I am a raging optimist. I believe we will survive and that we will thrive. I believe that we will find a way to live with each other, respect each other. What can I say? I won’t be around to see it if we screw up! I think the forces of good and evil are equally matched. Part of me would love to see what the future will hold in a hundred years. But perhaps I’m better off not knowing. As long as I don’t know the truth I can believe in the dream.
I’ve heard it said that we have made more advances in the last 50 years than we have in the previous 500. If that’s the case then the next hundred years should be spectacular! Of course it could also be said that we learned much better ways of killing each other in the last 25 years then in the previous 100. I guess it’s all about how you look at it.
I still believe in the dream and until it can be proven otherwise I will continue to do so. Have a nice future!
I looked for a hug
From a silly old bug
But his arms were too short
For that kind of sport
So I asked then a deer
Who did magically appear
When he shook his big head
I looked around me instead
There were trees all around
Whose branches were sound
But not gentle their touch
That I wanted so much
So my journey moved on
Til I next saw a swan
Her wings were so wide
But to me she did chide
Look to your own
She said with a groan
You will find what you need
My words you must heed
So I nodded goodbye
As she flew to the sky
Now my heartstrings do tug
As I ask you for a hug
What is true love? My parents were married for 58 years. They were best friends, confidants and lovers. They were also completely different people. My father was a hermit. He would love to have been stranded on a deserted island with my mother, a few books and his music. My mother was a social butterfly. She loved a good party and she loved to be around people. And yet these two disparate people had a very successful marriage. How is that possible?
Love isn’t quantifiable. When you love someone you love all of them. Otherwise it’s just really strong like or lust. You don’t love someone in spite of their flaws, you love them because of their flaws. Even if those flaws are more like crevices! Those flaws, those imperfections if you will, are what make you unique. Perfection is an abstract that doesn’t really exist. We can aspire to perfection but is not actually attainable.
Oh, and we all have them. Honestly. Flaws. Imperfections. Deficiencies in our character. We have blemishes on our bodies and defects on the inside. But all of that is what makes us special! There is only one George Clooney and that makes him special. Ok, yes so does his talent, his looks, his . . . I will bet that he has things about himself he doesn’t like. He’s human! (He is also near perfection!) Oh, sorry, forget that! (Whew!) He puts his pants on one leg at a time and he still has to move his bowels. So do you and so do I.
Back to love. What is it that makes us love someone? We are often attracted to someone’s smile or their eyes. Maybe it’s the way they speak or the way they move. But what is the spark deep down inside our soul that connects with another so totally. I was in love once. I would’ve given up everything if he had asked it. I would have left my family and followed him wherever he went. I had butterflies in my stomach when I saw him. My heart beat a little faster and my mouth was dry when he touched my hand. My world was a little richer and more colourful when he was in it. That same world collapsed when he betrayed me.
I love my friends and would do anything for them. I love my family. I love food, good conversation and a wicked joke. I love life, my life. Are there imperfections around me? Absolutely! But that’s part of what makes everything so unique and so wonderful! So if you’re looking for flaws and imperfections, look first to yourself. Honey we ain’t perfect. But damn we’re fun!