We remember, we regret, we recalibrate. Life has no do-overs, no mulligans, no director to yell “Cut! Take it from the top!” We feel the pain of the fall down the staircase, the memories of our heart breaking, or the feeling of disillusionment. Everyone goes through this. The wise learn from their detours through sketchy neighborhoods. They do not put themselves in jeopardy or situations where extricating themselves can prove to be most dangerous. When the bulls are coming down the streets of Pamplona, get out of the way.
Sunday, December 8, 2013
In the bars, the restaurants, the nightclubs, we look to escape; escape from the humdrum of a working life, a worn out relationship, loneliness that eats at us bit by bit. The ice in our glass melts away like the time in our life. We drink and pretend that the lights are brighter than they are, the music more soothing, the darkness more cooling. However, it is all gone in the morning and we are left with the pieces we must pick up. The Dao is reality, a harsh light that reveals all.
Saturday, December 7, 2013
Watch the boats go by on the river, the fishing boats drifting leisurely along, the faster vessels leaving large wakes. They are speeding by and chugging by. The water passes under the bridge never to return on its long voyage to the sea. Time passes and we are often unaware that we waste so much of it. It is not infinite like the Dao. There is only so much champagne in the glass. Dance to as many songs as you can, stay out late, go to bed early. Plan to be impulsive. The parade may not last as long as we think.
Friday, December 6, 2013
The wind blows the black smoke from the smokestacks first one way and then another. It is all left to random chance much like life itself. The sky is a deep orange as the sun falls from the sky and the moon says hello. Trying to grab the smoke, the sun, or the moon is fruitless. Trying to capture the Dao is futile. The most vivid photographs are the ones developed in the mind. It is a shame that too many people spend too much time in their own personal darkroom.
Thursday, December 5, 2013
The snow is cold and unforgiving but falling down in it face first in it after a bender all night can be a wake-up call. Sometimes it takes a tumble down the staircase to make us realize there are steps. Life can be a slap in the face, a punch in the stomach, a kick in the shins, but we keep putting one foot in front of the other and keep going. Unfortunately, it’s not always a walk in the park, an ice cream on a hot evening, or a cup of hot cocoa on a frosty night. It can be a dog chasing us, ice cream dropped on the sidewalk, or burning the roof of our mouth. It’s all about yin and yang and rolling with the punches.