In this world of shifting sands, one finds it difficult to find the proper place to stand; if one should even stand at all. Everything is changing, re-arranging. What was so solid yesterday is dissolving now; crumbling into pieces. That which was unimaginable then is now the new normal, if there even is such a thing as normal now. I don’t know, perhaps there never was a normal. Maybe normal was just an idea, a concept, or if it did exist, it existed in a form that we romanticized until it was more to our liking. Whatever it was, it was swept away by the tidal wave of change, of speaking the party line and not rocking the boat. The old way has given way to the new way. It has always been this way through time and will continue to be as long as we walk the surface of the earth. We find a place, and then the ground below us falls beneath our feet. We can either adapt or turn a blind eye.
Thursday, August 28, 2014
We like to believe in the justice of the poets; i.e. good will come to those who do good, and bad will come to all those who do bad through the kindness of the fates. Of course this does not happen 100% of the time. Perhaps it happens just enough so that we are not tempted to turn to the ‘darkside’, and instead remain true to the better angels of our nature. But whether we receive goodness or not, it is important to try to do good anyway.
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
One of the greatest fears we can have is to be alone. We can be alone by ourselves or alone in a city of millions. On the contrary, one of the greatest joys we can have is to be alone. The truth is we are always alone. Orson Welles once said that we are born alone, we live alone and we die alone; and it is only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone. All of life is a big illusion; one after another. It is far easier to live on illusion than it is to face reality. So we fool ourselves; participate in the charade that life is, and then the game ends and we go into the next world alone.