This too shall pass

That’s what I thought….

The World we know.... is mesmerized by the heaping evidence that attempts to verify, legitimize, substantiate the way we see things; forecasting the weather, recognizing governing forces, the order of operations, rules to the game, the modus operandi, patterning the chaos, mapping the world, documenting meaningful accounts, all to delimit our threshold of the obvious in the spirit of conjoining to a singular reality.

It’s noisy really, with the way in which we seem to pursue this meaninglessness, defending the keep we never had, the important things that never were, the passion that wasn’t. It’s fickle, yet here we are…for a time. We assert volition to validity with empty gestures of cluelessness on the path to nowhere. In the end all we really get is one point of view, but what of it?

The art of life relies on the language utilized in positing existence, the record of words and actions that bring us here and now, history in the making. Seeders and bleeders alike, life giveth and taketh away, fighting our various plights, defending delusional merits of grandeur. But let’s be serious cause it’s funny. We contend with great worry, doubt, paranoia, fear and obsession while compulsively magnetizing ourselves to acts of valor, faithfulness, bravery, sacrifice, heroics, and that which leads us to hope and compassion. Taking a line from a movie that exemplifies this, “Death smiles on us all, all we can do is smile back.” In other words, “Whadaya gonna do….cry about it?”