Thursday, March 13, 2008

A puzzle you never can find the last piece for..

Life is undoubtedly a hard puzzle to crack. I'm wondering why we insist that we must be little busy bees achievin 'nought but regrets of never taking it slowly. We start out as kids wanting so much to be grown ups- we watch them, we imitate them, and we learn to be them. As we get older we start to get an inkling that maybe life is a puzzle that needs to be solved. And this in turn leads to frustration as we realize there must be a missing piece, because we still don't have any more answers to anything than we did before we started... or did we start out with them and just lose them as a result of cracking open the box of pieces called Life?

Monday, March 3, 2008


I've been doing a lot of thinking lately (yes, I know the 'fore warnings, I promise smoke is not rolling out of my ears) Anyway, I got to thinking of one of my best friends, you see my friend is the most unprententious, unassuming, and impulsive person I have quite possibly ever met. I can't fathom doing some of the things she's done and yet I admire her couragousness at giving it her all in every relationship she launches. I suppose I'm a bit too rational in a lot of ways, (although you'd never get my husband to agree with that statement). More to the point, I'm wondering if I felt free enough to do so, would I? What makes me so much less inclined to make a jump and hope I land without breaking anything?

I have a sneaking suspicion that a life lived well requires these unfathomable jumps to be made and it concerns me that I might care to much for the emotional health of others and thus, it prevents me from spreading out and experiencing life for what it is and should be. Then again, somehow I don't think that gravity pulling you down as you jump off a "cliff" sounds too inviting. Maybe I need a new perspective on these things???