The Slow and Steady Fall From Grace Known As:
Time and redundant time again we are reminded that what doesn't kill us only makes us stronger. Sure, I believe it. I believe in delayed satisfaction and all that jazz. Sure, I believe it. But, doesn't the philosophy sound a bit slavish? A bit empty with hope? Some live their lives by said philosophy and kudos to those who enjoy it. I must admit, I'm tired of being tested to the very limits of my personal rope. For once it would be so nice to have things come easily. I'm reminded of a fish that sits hopelessly trapped in his small, stark fishbowl:
The Fish
in his clear confining bowl had
No Hand
in choosing his lonely cir-
Cumstance
I Think
about what he thinks about
Maybe
he makes the most of his life
Even
if watching his reflection
Grow
Is The
Is The
only way he passes the time
Unfortunately for the fish, he cannot grow legs and escape. That's what sets us all apart from the fishes, that ability to change our surroundings. I'm eager for a change of scenery. A change of pace. I'm hungry for more. I don't have to wait for magical meal flakes to be dropped from the heavens, I can hunt.
My personal fishbowl is a paper trail blazed from California to Maine. Documents across the country have my personal information stamped all over them thanks to my recent purchase of a 2003 Ford Focus. No matter how many miles a gallon it gets, it can never drive me far enough to escape the harsh reality that my childhood and adolescence is slowly leaving me. Adolescence is an experience I am only now starting to appreciate.
1 comment:
Yes, yes. Well, that is why we have new experiences to look forward to. Also, we are creating history right now. Sometimes when I am outside, I stop and look at everything. I soak it all in. The birds, the sky, the sound of the leaves on the trees. This will all one day be the past. We can create out own past and therefore create our own future. Sorry this comment was so long...
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