This probably will be my last post for the rest of the year.
I'm not in the mood to write any more posts because of pressing health issues with some members of my family. They need my attention more than this blog.
If things change, I'll start posting again. If they don't, though, I wish all of you:
- The best of whatever holiday you celebrate in December -- be it Christmas, Hanukkah, Saturnalia, Yule, Kwaanza, or Winter Solstice -- hell, even Festivus.
- A healthy, happy, and prosperous 2010.
So long for now. Take care. And please watch this space.
I once saw a young man straddling the pointed roof of a house.
His legs swung back and forth as he sang at the top of his voice:
"I am the world's forgotten boy ..."
I imagined he must have felt some sort of satisfaction in his lament.
I'd rather be angry than cynical. If I'm angry, it means that I care. It's a warped form of hope.
Cynics are the clock watchers and time servers of life and society. If things aren't going to get better, why not kill yourself? Why stick around?
I say this to cynics: Leave. Put yourself out of your misery -- and us out of our misery when we're around you.
Oh, some people might be sad because of your death, but they're just fools and suckers.
Also, a cynic will exploit people. An angry person won't. An angry man won't associate with knaves and fools, no matter how much he can benefit from them.
If you see patterns in the wall paper ...
And they start talking with you ...
Instead of ignoring them ...
Talk with them ...
Hey, they might be friendly ...
And you need all the friends , crazy or not, that you can get in this world ...
I realized this earlier this year; it's easier to hate than to love.
Hate doesn't need a return or response of the emotion invested or given by the hater.
Love, however, needs a return or response if it's going to flourish.
