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2 years ago
Smart people understand that there is no such thing as paranoia. It is just another mask for ignorance. The Truth, when you finally chase it down, is almost always far worse than your darkest visions and fears.
Hunter S. Thompson
Hunter S. Thompson
I'm not going to say anything here that folks my age, or older, don't already know.
I will say them for the sake of memory or to ask you to consider something.
Time is wierd. We hardly notice it as we travel through it. We don't really see it until we are forced to. For instance, watching your wristwatch tick while you wait for some appointment.
But time is there. Ever moving. The great clock of time always ticking. Silently. Unobtrusive until you've piddled too much away on something small and you look up to realize you've missed lunch.
Not so long ago, or maybe it was thirty years, when we travelled this world as young adults there was all the time we needed for school. Jobs. Friendships. Travel.
Much time was pissed away on relationships that would leave us with nothing but painful memories. Pleasure was within reach but it never amounted to move than short diversions. In the meantime we drifted away from those good, close friends .
Those we thought we'd be around forever moved slowly from view. But unlike that lost lunch, they were not so easily chased down. The years might as well be miles for all the separation we experience.
Losing touch with close ones is the beginning of tragedy. Whether by distance, disagreement or insult, the results are often the same. Isolation.
Isolation can be as vast as a crevasse.
I use U.S. route 66 as an example. Once America's Mother Road, Route 66 was a highway that meandered across the nation connecting small towns and big cities. Farmland to great plains. Points of interest both natural and man-made. Well travelled and familiar.
The need became greater for faster travel. Huge highways soon cut across the nation, and while we got where we going faster those places along Route 66 withered and died like a limb, cut from the blood-supply and atrophied.
We'd look up from our travels on those super highways and glimpse the remains of Route 66. Isolation had killed the Mother Road for the sake of efficiency. Faster. Further. Then forgotten.
Like that friend that had meant so much, but now far away. We stop. Look around and wonder what had happened.
Time had happened. Then illness. Death. Time surely will take it's toll on us all.
But time need not steal away everything. We allow that to happen, ourselves.
Take some time to re-connect with those old friends. Reach out. Those disagreements that set us apart seem smaller when some years have passed.
And if we are rejected, we can take solace in the fact that we tried. More often, though, those old friends will be happy we reached out.
So reach out.
Before time steals away another lovely part of our lives.
I will say them for the sake of memory or to ask you to consider something.
Time is wierd. We hardly notice it as we travel through it. We don't really see it until we are forced to. For instance, watching your wristwatch tick while you wait for some appointment.
But time is there. Ever moving. The great clock of time always ticking. Silently. Unobtrusive until you've piddled too much away on something small and you look up to realize you've missed lunch.
Not so long ago, or maybe it was thirty years, when we travelled this world as young adults there was all the time we needed for school. Jobs. Friendships. Travel.
Much time was pissed away on relationships that would leave us with nothing but painful memories. Pleasure was within reach but it never amounted to move than short diversions. In the meantime we drifted away from those good, close friends .
Those we thought we'd be around forever moved slowly from view. But unlike that lost lunch, they were not so easily chased down. The years might as well be miles for all the separation we experience.
Losing touch with close ones is the beginning of tragedy. Whether by distance, disagreement or insult, the results are often the same. Isolation.
Isolation can be as vast as a crevasse.
I use U.S. route 66 as an example. Once America's Mother Road, Route 66 was a highway that meandered across the nation connecting small towns and big cities. Farmland to great plains. Points of interest both natural and man-made. Well travelled and familiar.
The need became greater for faster travel. Huge highways soon cut across the nation, and while we got where we going faster those places along Route 66 withered and died like a limb, cut from the blood-supply and atrophied.
We'd look up from our travels on those super highways and glimpse the remains of Route 66. Isolation had killed the Mother Road for the sake of efficiency. Faster. Further. Then forgotten.
Like that friend that had meant so much, but now far away. We stop. Look around and wonder what had happened.
Time had happened. Then illness. Death. Time surely will take it's toll on us all.
But time need not steal away everything. We allow that to happen, ourselves.
Take some time to re-connect with those old friends. Reach out. Those disagreements that set us apart seem smaller when some years have passed.
And if we are rejected, we can take solace in the fact that we tried. More often, though, those old friends will be happy we reached out.
So reach out.
Before time steals away another lovely part of our lives.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young
-Mary Schmich
We rather remember people and things when they're gone than enjoy them when they're here.