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I don’t want answers when I haven’t figured out the questions.


Taking Responsibility

Two little words. Actually they are not so little and neither is their meaning. Taking Responsibility is something that is often not done and always should be. And who gets the blame? Well, of course, everyone else. Lately it’s the Millennial’s. A generation of young people whose name is usually used before or after a snide comment.

It isn’t their fault, usually. Their parents, and that generation, was so hell bent on protecting the children of the next-generation that in doing so, insulated them too far. They grew up not knowing what it was like to fail. Failure is part of the learning curve. We have to learn how to deal with disappointment and rejection and angst.   It’s all part of the process. If, as a child you’re always told that you are perfect and can do no wrong then as an adult you will continue to believe it.

My generation was so proud of getting away from the Me Generation that we boomerang straight into the Fear Generation. And it’s all our fault, mostly.

Our world will one day be run by the Millennial’s. They will one day be leaders of industry, politicians and law makers. Hopefully their childhood of fear will segue into caring and competent adults. I am an unrepentant optimist. I believe that not all of them are quite as clueless as so many appear to be. But it will not be easy.

Mistakes were made in the past and the past never goes away. What is that saying: ‘if you forget your past, you’re doomed to repeat it.’ It’s entirely possible I have forgotten the exact quote, but you get the gist. I’ve often heard the youth dismissing what has gone on in the past. I have heard that is archaic and is not relevant. It is comments like that, that makes one wonder if they have what it takes to survive.

A few years ago power went out over a great deal of Central Canada and the northern states. I wasn’t significantly bothered. It was in the summertime but it wasn’t too hot and I simply had a cold dinner that night. Traffic lights were out, subways were out, even cell towers were down. The power was out for I believe up to 12 hours, or more, in some areas. There was a lot of trouble in the cities with traffic lights etc.

What I found particularly telling in this whole situation was the furor brought on by the inability of people to use their cell phones. And lights! I had people knocking on my door because they heard I had candles. These people did not know what to do when the lights went out. They didn’t have candles because, well, there is a light on their cell phone. People honestly said that to me. They could not conceive of their being no electricity.

Such a little thing as no lights and the world goes to hell? Not in my generation. You put a candle in a glass in one hand, a bottle of beer in the other and you’ve got a date. If the Millennial’s cannot learn to adapt then I’m glad I won’t be here to see it.

Life is a Jigsaw Puzzle

Relationships. They’re so confusing. My parents were married for 58 years. My father was a hermit and my mother was a social butterfly and yet they fit together like they were meant to. Those two jigsaw puzzle pieces just fit perfectly. It doesn’t happen all that often.

Do you remember your first job. Looking back can you remember all the little pieces that had to fit together for it all to work? Think of the World Trade Center. That fateful day somebody missed a bus and didn’t make it to work on time. Or the man that stopped to buy a birthday card and was late. Or the person that overslept because they had had a fight with their significant other the night before. That saved their lives. Puzzle pieces. That’s what life is.

Every action that we take, every reaction that we have, changes the patterns of our lives. Sometimes the pieces fit together easily and everything is perfect. Sometimes the pieces don’t fit and you can’t figure out what’s wrong. Sometimes. And we never know which times are going to be good and which are going to fail miserably.

The picture that emerges when pieces fit together can be life-changing. If I had gone left instead of right would the life I lead now be the same as it could be. You can quite easily drive yourself mad trying to figure out the ‘what it’s’. But then isn’t that the charm? The Not knowing? I like to be surprised and that is the one thing that is a constant in a life well lived: surprise!


A Blast From My Past



I wrote this in January 2014.   I think it is still pertinent.




According to Wikipedia an entitlement is a guarantee of access to something, based on established rights or by legislation. A “right” is itself an entitlement associated with a moral or social principle based in concepts of social equality .

In a casual sense, the term “entitlement” refers to a notion or belief that one has a right to some particular reward or benefit—if given without deeper legal or principled cause, the term is often given with pejorative connotation (e.g. a “sense of entitlement”).

Now at its core entitlement is a good thing. It ensures that those who are the most vulnerable will not be forgotten by society. The downside is that when some people get a sense of entitlement it can often be used to browbeat everybody else.

I have an itty, bitty incurable disease. I am in a wheelchair. I am unable to work because of said itty, bitty incurable disease. I am not entitled to be a jerk about it. There are those in similar circumstances that believe because they are in an uncomfortable situation the entire world owes them. It does not.

I have met more than a few people who believe that if you are able-bodied you need to kowtow to them. I know a woman who thinks it’s beneath her to say please and thank you. She’s quite happy to order everybody around because you see, she’s in a wheelchair. She doesn’t like me. I point out how rude she is being. I never said I was a nice person!

Every single individual on this planet is entitled. We are entitled to think, to breathe and to communicate as we see fit. We are not entitled to denigrate, to condescend or to judge anyone else. There are people who don’t believe they are entitled to anything and I disagree. We all come into this world exactly the same way. An egg and a sperm walk into a womb and the baby is made. After a whole lot of crunching and groaning a little one breathes air and the journey begins.

I believe that all children are entitled to happiness and to love but unfortunately it doesn’t always work out that way. Hopefully by the time they reach adulthood they recognize that they are entitled just like everybody else. And just like everybody else they are constrained by the laws of the land, of morality and of good sense.


It’s Done!


Yup! It’s over. Kaput. It’s gone, finished. And what the hell do we do next!

The year 2017 was a good year. It was also a bloody awful year. As I look back over the previous 12 months I’m pleased that I survived it and that those I love, are happy and healthy. We have made great strides as a species but there have also been atrocities that we have to take responsibility for. But not today.

Today I want to remember fondly the things I’ve done, the people I have connected with and the dreams I still hold dear. December 31 is a day of reflection and of anticipation. Where are we going next? What are our goals? I can only speak for myself and I can only postulate that the good times I am expecting will only manifest themselves if I’m in the right attitude. It’s all about the attitude.

Have I grown as an individual? Have I been a positive influence to those I have connected with? I think so. I hope so.

Anticipation is a wonderful way to greet the New Year. And I am anticipating a year full of laughter and positive experiences. I’m going to publish at least one book this year, possibly two. I’m going to have another art show that I am excited about. I’m painting underseascapes that I have never done before. And I’ve already sold one painting!

Will there be tears in my future? Probably. I’m sure there will be disappointments and anger and sadness and . . . but that’s okay. It’s all part of the journey and I’m looking forward to the next step. Would you like to share a little of my journey? It’s going to be a ride!