You've got to continue to grow, or you're just like last night's corn bread - stale and dry.
"I gave a party and nobody came."
I do not understand why some people really wish to remain stale and dry. So you're physically, mentally and emotionally challenged are you? So what? What's the big deal? What's wrong with searching for the light switch in the dark? Why wait until dawn when everyone else is already "up and at 'em"?
The number of visits to this journal has decreased to an embarrassing level. I'm told that everyone is off twittering and facebooking. I suppose I should be also. After all one has to keep up with the times. Well, I've always been slow at doing things. I'm the tortoise in that famous race. My lack of alacrity has served me well sometimes. It has kept me off bandwagons that got flat tires. It has prevented me from becoming a card carrying member of the Club of Fools. It has held me back from doing shows that folded after two performances. The only thing it hasn't done for me was to barricade me from love affairs that broke my heart. So what? "Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all" as Lord Tennyson wrote.
In spite of my apparent lack of enthusiasm about the latest fad or gadget, I believe in taking chances. Life is risky business. It's an iffy thing if there ever was one. So is love. You can't put it in a bottle and seal it any more than you con the air you breathe.
My life is strewn with stumbling blocks of obligations, left over bricks from someone's backyard barbecue. I find it difficult to take care of everything, walking to the market for food, cleaning my apartment, doing my taxes, paying my bills, all the detritus that piles up when you grow older and slow down. But I live in a world of ideas. I don't want to live in any other world. Even though my mind works faster than my fingers, Vagabond Journeys is my reality, not chat rooms. Does that make me an anachronism? I suppose so. Aren't old folks supposed to be anachronistic, fossils of a forgotten age, museum pieces, items on an antique shop shelf?
Spring is coming, cleaning time. I have a birthday, a re-birthday, coming up. There's Easter, the regeneration of life; Passover, escape from the old into the new; buds pushing their way out of the ends of branches; birds pecking their way out of their shells; somewhere a child will take his first step. Where will it lead him?
I refuse to get stale and dry, but where do I go now? What's my destiny? What's yours? What is the desperate, immortal craving of humanity and how will it be filled? There are no easy answers. I write to ponder these mysteries. But if I am not getting out into the New World maybe it's time to do something else.
Let me not forget to express my appreciation and gratitude to the few of you who still read my entries and comment. To you goes my love.
Dana - The Vagabond
Spring is coming !
(This is not a contest.)
Given the resources and opportunity, what one thing do you want to do in 2010 that you've never done before.
You have Winter to answer. Answers will be posted on the first day of Spring.
Only 20 responses so far.
DB - The Vagabond