God has a real sense of humour in bringing us humans down a tad or two.... he created us so that we start as kids - innocent, naive, fun, lovable, loving - all that we should always be..
then we grow up to be teenagers - mischievous brats...
youth of twenties - think we know it all, and showing off that we know it all... but we don't!
matured at thirties - or so we think, and so we behave like we are...
reality starts to set in at forties - we realise maybe we're not that smart after all, that there's much more to learn in life if we stop being smart arses...
fifties is peak of confusion and contemplation - mid life crisis hits as we get hit by a truck - the truck that says "hey you're about over the hill, so what are you going to do about it"
spirit is willing, but body is weak at sixties - you want, you know, you have, but you can't !
it would be so nice if God would create us till the thirties and forties and then we reverse and go back to the twenties - with all our experience and mistakes made - life would be such a breeze!
and twenties is where we should all stay............ supple, fresh, enthusiastic, the world at our feet!
Monday, January 19, 2009
Friday, January 2, 2009
Too Long at the Park
i started in the Playground of life... it was green, lush, pure, joyous, fun, and lots of laughs and care-free days.... footloose....
then i wanted more, and walked into the Park. Filled with rides of sorts, rollercoasters, merry go rounds, sail boats and ships.
and then there was the Carousel, round and round we go, full of colour, full of children's laughter. Clowns were everywhere - the happy faces, the red noses, the comics, the cheeky, and glimpses of tears underneath the games.
now it's sunset at the Park - weariness, glum, silence - the children have gone, the clowns have dropped the cheer, the masks are off - an air of quiet depression....
been too long at the park - I think it's time to go Home.
then i wanted more, and walked into the Park. Filled with rides of sorts, rollercoasters, merry go rounds, sail boats and ships.
and then there was the Carousel, round and round we go, full of colour, full of children's laughter. Clowns were everywhere - the happy faces, the red noses, the comics, the cheeky, and glimpses of tears underneath the games.
now it's sunset at the Park - weariness, glum, silence - the children have gone, the clowns have dropped the cheer, the masks are off - an air of quiet depression....
been too long at the park - I think it's time to go Home.
Happy new year
New Year's Eve was Nothing.......... but nothing is something, yet that something may be nothing... and nothing is something without anything.
anything is better than nothing..... and nothing can be anything....
ahhhh, the wonders of the English Language.
anything is better than nothing..... and nothing can be anything....
ahhhh, the wonders of the English Language.
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