Malcolm James Furst
Words, words, wordsArchive for Ramblings
Energy Crisis
Like a tire with a slow leak, I deflate, almost imperceptibly and settle, no, sink into a comfortable chair.
This thirteen-hour workday seemed longer than most, but maybe that’s just my imagination, or maybe it’s the waning moon.
No. Maybe it’s the waxing moon.
Could be that on some level, my body simply knows that at times it needs to stop what it’s doing whether or not my mind agrees.
Not quite sure which one I should listen to, my body, or my mind.
Who else is just plain exhausted too much and too often?
When will you find the stones
Take her hand and walk out that door and leave this podunk nofunk little shop behind?
She’s worth it, you know, and she’s listening. If you have something worth saying, then speak your mind.
Don’t wait and wonder and worry and fret. Just do, boy, just DO.
Due
The world is just such a great, glorious place, full of wonder for those with an open eye and an open mind, but an open mind and expectations for how life should be are the opposite ends of the spectrum. A mind open to the possibilities, unexpected, is a beauteous thing, yet life in the modern world demands that we plan, plot, and prepare for the future. Unless there’s somebody here to take care of us as we wander aimlessly.
I have wandered and planned, and perhaps if I plan well enough, I’ll wander again with no care in the word but to witness the joy of life with friends and the kindness of strangers.
Perspective
Broken and desperate for someone to fix me and knowing that there is nothing to fix leaves me in an odd state, a state of frustrating acceptance that smells like apathy.
Seeing the great arc of my life, I am impressed with how much I’ve accomplished by living in the moment, but not this moment–not this moment.
At THIS moment, I am empty, and when I live in the moment, what I feel seems eternal, and eternal emptiness, though so ZEN seems so lonely.
Maybe I need to turn my head just so to get a different perspective.
Maslow’s Hierarchy, My Ass.
Our lives in the modern world are just too damned easy. Maslow was off the mark. After taking care of our basic needs, need for belonging, safety and all, we don’t have time for self-actualization. We’re too busy checking the thread count on our sheets. Well, not all of us.
“Bring me something hot to drink” teaches us a lesson about the human condition. In a world in which we can be so particular, there’s nothing like a heat wave to show us what’s really important.
If only we thirsted for each other the way we thirst for something hot on a cold day or something cold on a hot day, we just might reach out and touch someone, and grow for having shared our souls.
How?
I just pick a word, like “ornery,” and imagine it’s a home for owls with attitude, and don’t all owls have attitude? Who, me?
When people talk superstitions, they talk about black cats, but I hit an owl with my car, once, and wonder if that’s when I lost my luck.
They say you make your own luck in this world, and I keep trying, but I’m not much of an engineer. Can someone send me the schematics?
Sometimes this works, and sometimes it doesn’t, and on a day like today, I just leave the dirty dishes in the sink so others can see that I’ve been cooking, and isn’t that a noble thing?
