Thw wife and I are on vacation for a week. We arent doing anything spectacular. No trip to the Bahamas or somewhere interesting. At best we may end up going camping; which I really enjoy, though my back doesn’t. 🙂
No, this week is about not being at work; being at home while we enjoy our little hovel with the amenities such as they are. Also, there will likely be a few projects tackled. We still have some renovations that, while basically done aren’t truly complete. She has some designs on getting those closer to complete. No surprise. This is often the case.
In all, it should be a good week no matter what ends up happening. Right now we are out shopping for some new summer clothes… Thats gonna hurt come time to pay for it.
There are many times when I find pieces such as this in my library that, I wonder when I wrote them, and where I was. What was I doing? What was going on in my life. I, of course, so often don’t remember the specifics; and often enough, as with this piece, I can’t piece it together at all. Still, on its own, it has a certain something. I hope you enjoy it.
It is such a day as I would find
A million things to amuse my mind
A million ways to see the day
A million people see as I say
No one way seen
As each seen differs
The day is good
It opens doors
And lays down paths
To be traveled a million ways
More than one.
For I fair not weather not heat not rain
I see no end, no beginning, but pain
It is you see for seven and three
A place of old in future fortold.
Gah! Have you ever had those decisions to make? You know, the ones that have your gut wrenching, and you can’t think about anything else? The ones where no matter what choice you make, you’re going to lose something? The ones that are a critical, irreversible, unavoidable fork in the road? Oh, and by the way, there’s a boulder rolling along at breakneck speed behind you, so hurry up and make your choice…? Those ones. Ever had those?
I am faced with that on a number of different planes right now, and I don’t enjoy it one bloody bit. Oh the possibilities are attractive. No matter what way I go there are potential positives… I oft think there always are. I must, however, weigh the negatives. Which are the heaviest? Which can I bear to carry on my shoulders?
And most, I will admit, revolve around my current work situation.
I have recently been promoted to a new position, and am on many days enjoying it greatly. Then, there are these other days. The days where I can’t think straight; can’t work up the motivation to do the many multitudes of things that are asked of me. Those days, suck. And it is always on these days that I wonder “is this the right job for me?” Even now as I sit here and write this, I don’t have an answer to that question. Sure my job has kept me employed these many years, and there are a great deal of positive aspects to it. Then, there are these others… Those reasons that often push people out of their job and in search of a new one. Pressure from up above, from the competition, internal and external. The pressure to succeed and do it well. And the concern of what will happen if success is not obtained.
They say this job isn’t for the faint of heart, and that it requires that special person to success at it. Yet we are always in search of those people. We never seem to find them. At the end of the day, we are left with the people we have, who will do what they will and so often that isn’t what we want.
I suppose that at this point I am just ranting, and should move on to other tasks and subjects. So be it. This will just have to sit on the shelf for now.[Top]
I came across this one while searching for The Difference this morning. Pretty simple, but it makes a point. One I try to keep in mind as oft I can.
All is one
And one is all
Cometh forth to meet the day
For only you can make your way
It is insane, how much attention becomes something to obsess over. I’ve had this site up for less than 24 hours, and I already find myself pondering over the next thing I should be putting up here. Not because I want to, nor necessarily because I should. I’m not a dedicated writer by any means. In fact, I tend more to jot down things here and there, and once in a while I finish a piece, albeit usually a short one.
No, I find that I am drawn to adding more and more content because people so far have paid attention to it. Far faster, and by far more people than I expected. (Yup, 10 more than expected. I expected 0.) 🙂
So where do I go from here? Do I keep adding stuff, dredging up old content that I’ve written in years gone by, or jotting down all my thoughts on to this site in the hopes of more “likes” and “follows”? Perhaps. I still, honestly, am unsure where this is going. I have a great many scribbles and such that I could drop here. Old photos that I took, projects that I did. All that kind of stuff. Even more little snippets than I’ve put up here so far.
I can pull content from other sites, and add my comments here for anyone to read; though that feels like cheap content to me. But it will happen in all likelihood.
And then there’s the design. Every time I log in and look at the appearance of the site…I want to tweak it. I get the feeling that, given a little time, I’m going to have to get my hands dirty and add some scrollwork to that shelf, lest it sit there and simply be plain planks nailed together…
Digging up old snippets again. I know I have this one written down somewhere… But i cant find the blasted thing… At least not yet. This is something very old from my view. I created it back when I was in high school. Long enough ago that it did not instantly come to mind; and, in fact I could only remember the last two words last night: the truth. Upon awakening this morning, I was able to recall the last two lines… And while searching for the original in my office, I recalled the rest. Took a while, but the best ones always do.
Nonetheless and all the same,
The difference still exists
But to the point, and from the start,
Always is the truth
This is something that I have been watching degrade over the last several years. While my wife disagrees with me about my conversation skills, I have always felt at a loss when trying to carry on a conversation… Yet now this is a problem all over the world, and I find that I am envious of others’ ability to hold these conversations less and less… it is disturbing.
I suppose that it gets harder and harder each passing moment that we have these devices in our hands, to ignore them. The gods only know how much amusement I derive from watching someone go through phone withdrawal. (Have you gone more than 15 minutes without checking your phone in the last several years? try it.) Still, what disturbs me more is that so few people realize the addiction.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I am as addicted as the next guy to these things; and spend enough time reading and communicating with folks over them. Hell, I sell the things at work. But i know when to draw the line.
At the table, the phones are ignored. While driving, they are ignored. When having a decent conversation with a friend, they are ignored. I have even at times taken to turning them off at work, even though I need them periodically for what I do. They are THAT distracting.
So many times I have looked at what I get accomplished during the day when I have my phone around and am amazed at how little I get accomplished with this device that is supposed to make things faster, easier, and more efficient. Take right now for example. I have been awake for half an hour. have I started breakfast? No. Have I looked after any of the morning stuff? No. Have I put out the keys my Co worker is coming to pick up any moment? Nope. I got distracted by this article.
In short I suppose I’m as bad as the next guy when it comes to these things. The nice thing is that I feel I know when to put it down and focus on what’s important. Or perhaps those are the ravings of an addict?[Top]
I wrote this I know not when… It was a few years ago. But I think I am going to dredge up a lot of old snippets and such to post here. Such is a much better home for them than a drawer nobody else but me will open.
Ever and always, life creates.
Whether ’tis a thought, a life,
a buliding, a thing, or love;
Those that are here, may not
always see it.
Life creates. Even in our toil,
we are creating; always anew,
something must come. The old
goes, the new on the horizon;
there is more to be created.
Life creates. Even in destruction,
that which is gone brings new
into the world, something not
here before, or perhaps here
again. The cycle continues.
An impossible position, bring torn in twain. I thought for what was, and a wish for what might. Today, what may, tomorrow, tonight.[Top]