It never ends does it? No, I don’t mean half the songs that I write (they do end, it just seems as if they don't), I mean this constant, persistent life business. It just goes on and on and on and doesn’t seem to show any signs of ever stopping. Obviously it stands to reason that it must sooner or later; life is finite after all. But until we reach the fin in finite it just carries on moving along, individually and en masse.
There is nothing new about it under the sun and yet every day there is the potential for something new. And you never know what it will be, or when it will be or even if it will be. Because it might not be, not today.
Tomorrow mayhap, but today, no not necessarily.
And there are always people. People we didn't know before today and never know they were 'there' but who may have always been lurking just around some distantly close corner and who, for no apparent reason, have suddenly turned it and, for no equally apparent reason, seem to have or hold some measure of significance in your life. Or so it feels.
Unanticipated significance.
I don’t have any truck (did you see what I did there, Simonitov?) with this 'things happening for a reason' malarkey; things just happen. It's all cause and effect, randomosity, haphazard mismanagement of life to which we attribute some kind of rationalisation to, in order to give justification to it all for our own peace of mind. Things… just… happen.
But be it random, rational, justified or, in fact, none of the above if my thoughts are to be believed, the spectre of unanticipated significance is still there.
It might be a significance that is merely going to turn out to be fleeting or quite possibly a significance beyond fleeting, a significance that might, in fact, turn out to be significant.
But, significantly, you will probably never know which it is until you do.
It is certainly making no sense to me. You can probably tell.
And so it goes.
Life, the eternal game; life the eternal bringer of sadness and gladness, madness and something else that rhymes with gladness although, quite probably, it doesn't. I can make no sense of it but that doesn't stop it happening.
It goes.
So we go.
So I go.
The corner is turned.
And I feel the breath of it on my life
And then one has little choice but to stop and consider it and ask.
Or at least it feels to me as if there is little choice. There might well be but I'm just not seeing it. Inquisitive thoughts abound. But does one need to question if there is any need to question whether there is any sense to it or even any sensibility to it or do you just go as it comes and follow it as it moves along, perhaps until it goes, perhaps until it turns another corner, perhaps making you turn in its shadow?
I actually don't have a clue but I'm guessing that probably you should just go with it, just to see. Because it might turn out to be significant.
And because life doesn't necessarily happen in the why, but it definitely happens in the now and it never happens in the if.
Does anybody owe me a tenner?
:)
Steve B
There is nothing new about it under the sun and yet every day there is the potential for something new. And you never know what it will be, or when it will be or even if it will be. Because it might not be, not today.
Tomorrow mayhap, but today, no not necessarily.
And there are always people. People we didn't know before today and never know they were 'there' but who may have always been lurking just around some distantly close corner and who, for no apparent reason, have suddenly turned it and, for no equally apparent reason, seem to have or hold some measure of significance in your life. Or so it feels.
Unanticipated significance.
I don’t have any truck (did you see what I did there, Simonitov?) with this 'things happening for a reason' malarkey; things just happen. It's all cause and effect, randomosity, haphazard mismanagement of life to which we attribute some kind of rationalisation to, in order to give justification to it all for our own peace of mind. Things… just… happen.
But be it random, rational, justified or, in fact, none of the above if my thoughts are to be believed, the spectre of unanticipated significance is still there.
It might be a significance that is merely going to turn out to be fleeting or quite possibly a significance beyond fleeting, a significance that might, in fact, turn out to be significant.
But, significantly, you will probably never know which it is until you do.
It is certainly making no sense to me. You can probably tell.
And so it goes.
Life, the eternal game; life the eternal bringer of sadness and gladness, madness and something else that rhymes with gladness although, quite probably, it doesn't. I can make no sense of it but that doesn't stop it happening.
It goes.
So we go.
So I go.
The corner is turned.
And I feel the breath of it on my life
And then one has little choice but to stop and consider it and ask.
Or at least it feels to me as if there is little choice. There might well be but I'm just not seeing it. Inquisitive thoughts abound. But does one need to question if there is any need to question whether there is any sense to it or even any sensibility to it or do you just go as it comes and follow it as it moves along, perhaps until it goes, perhaps until it turns another corner, perhaps making you turn in its shadow?
I actually don't have a clue but I'm guessing that probably you should just go with it, just to see. Because it might turn out to be significant.
And because life doesn't necessarily happen in the why, but it definitely happens in the now and it never happens in the if.
Does anybody owe me a tenner?
:)
Steve B