Thoughts destined to be washed away by the tides of life. |
I've been studying my cover photo for a while now, and it seems to me that it is more than just a photo of what is there that can be seen, more than just three white rocks stacked on a beach. It contains an important question about the future, about what happens long after the photographer has gone. What will happen to our pile of stones when the tide comes in? Will it topple or has the architect built this structure at a safe distance? I don't know what will happen to these words that I stack here on the sand. They may prove safely distant, or they may be swallowed up by a rush of self-doubt. They may be here for a season. They may lose their balance and be scattered by the shoreline, or be hidden away under shifting sands. Perhaps someday, the tides of life will reclaim them. Or maybe that's just a bunch of poetic, romantic nonsense. After all, this is just a blog. |
It's easy to get into a slump. Holiday pressures, family worries, toilet paper shortages - the modern world provides daily stresses that quickly change to keep us on our toes. There's no chance of solving the universe through deep reflection. This is not a philosophical battle we're in, it's a real one with ever-changing enemies and battlefields. Sorry, I got carried away. I simply meant to give a few facile excuses for my lack of verve and engagement. I don't know how it turned so Fortnite. I was really just going to tell you about my paper towels. Usually, I buy plain white paper towels - but these days, you take what you can get (see the reference to shortages above). The kids brought home a big package of brightly patterned paper towel rolls. The first one had blue and green bicycles all over it. But the second one - that second roll is an endless supply of cheerfulness and optimism. No, really. Every sheet is covered in encouragement. The paper towel under my coffee cup has "Every day is a new opportunity" emblazoned in bright pink and green lettering. It also tells me to "Kick" the past in some way or other. I can't tell for sure since this is one of those rolls where you can tear off half sheets and I don't have the other half of these sentences right here. Maybe it's the neon green, maybe it's the fact that my coffee is something I highly desire and it's sitting on this paper towel, but I feel an unusual amount of psychological pressure when I lift my cup and reveal the command to "CHANGE"! Anyway, it's possible that I am only writing this blog entry because the paper towels told me to. |