It's like teetering on the edge of a cliff and then regaining your footing until the next shaky step. Things seem to happen at the worst possible time, but is there ever a better time for disasters to occur? Yes! When I am not around to have to deal with them. Of course, it doesn't work that way. Not that anything in my world is going wrong and I'm not very superstitious, even in the bigger world of superstition (some call it religion). Maybe it is the new year, and having been through a few of them, I expect to have to meet some new "challenges" as we like to call them. I have no idea what they will be or when they will happen, but they will rear their ugly heads again. Fortunately, I am a survivor and a fighter if pushed into a corner, but I really would just prefer to float along on the sea of tranquility (not the lunar one). As long as I keep perspective and know that so many people have it way worse than I will ever know.
My trials are an insignificant speck in the grand scheme of things, but they are still my trials. I will walk gently and carefully, but observe the wonders that surround me as I begin yet another year of my time on this side of the dirt.
You see, I have done many things, but need to focus a bit more in my waning years. I have been a pilot, wildlife rehabilitator (mostly birds of prey and I still have some scars), photographer, musician, small engine mechanic, worked a wide variety of jobs (mostly at horseshit pay), and gotten to live and work in places most people can only vacation in. It's not been a bad ride, really. So when people come to me as the great sage and ask about the meaning of life I refer them to Douglas Adams.
We now know the answer is 42.
I leave you with the beginning of a new year and remember some of the good times that ought not be forgotten. Here I am with my brother and two of our cousin's kids in Denmark. A happy moment.
We -- and our trials -- are all insignificant specks in the grand scheme of things. Somehow I find that truth very comforting. Have a great 2012, Jono.
ReplyDelete2012: We are going to Scandinavia!
ReplyDeleteSounds to me like you can handle about anything thrown your way! :)
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year! Thanks for popping over to see me at Lighten Up!
CD- Thanks, the truth can give us that necessary humility so many of us seem to need.
ReplyDeleteNina- I sure hope so. I go there in my mind on a regular basis.
Dawn- It's only because I've made so many mistakes and tried so many things that I am able to keep going. I am curiosity driven.
Are you sure we are not related? We call them Osterlye ears in my family. ;-)
ReplyDeleteNina, we might very well be related. Stranger things have happened!
ReplyDeleteSo ... "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" I've heard of it. Should I read it?
ReplyDeleteSightings-Absolutely! If you like satire along the lines of classics,such as Gulliver's Travels, you might enjoy it. Liked your "are they dead or alive" post. Think I got most of them right, but on a few I was clueless.
ReplyDeleteSightings should watch the movie, too!
ReplyDeleteHere's that HSP hug you asked for. This is an interesting world you find yourself in—an interesting hole you find yourself in—fits you rather neatly, doesn't it? In fact it fits you staggeringly well, must have been made to have you in it!
I saw your comment at Nance's and felt like coming over. I am so glad I did.
ReplyDeleteI've only read the current post but I'm sure to come back and read more. I'll follow you to see if I like what I find.
Do you still have ears like wings? There's too much hair hiding them in the current picture. Is that why you grew it?
Thanks Nance!
ReplyDeleteFriko, thanks for stopping by. Your blog looks to be on the interesting side. I think it requires further study.
Friko, p.s. My head grew into my ears a bit, but the only way to hide them is to let my sideburns grow long and comb them back. A unique look, eh?
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