So let’s see what happens.
I’ve sat down this morning, coffee and silence, cereal and spoon, with nothing but desire to tell you everything I can about everything of me.
I’m going to put this whole thing out there, and listen for any indication it was heard.
If it falls flat, just barely leaves the ground, or misses its mark altogether, at least I’ll know it’s floating out there somewhere in this spacious cyber-universe.
If however, the whole world hears what I’ve had to say, then I’m quite certain it will be as easily forgotten as it was to read.
Even I have no idea where all of this is going.
But maybe that’s the point? To somehow suggest that we in life have no eternal control of our own direction, and it’s simply one line at a time that we write our lives into history, hoping that in the long run, when all’s said, all’s done, we’ve left behind a legacy, that may or may not be considered worth reading?
Is life really one long run-on sentence? Perhaps. Probably not. But that last paragraph certainly was.
This is a moment of honesty. One with no clear sense of direction.
My thoughts are here, screaming to be heard, because I wonder if anyone really hears anything, anymore.
Here, on this shrinking planet, those of us with broadband, 3 or 4G, WiFi access, and mobile IQ, hear so much noise, I think many have forgotten what beauty really is.
How it looks. What it feels like. The way it sounds.
Truth is no matter what I deliver in this entry — even were it to be the long lost answer to man’s search for meaning — it might go viral, then be lost again tomorrow. Or far sooner.
Lost to a status update on a popular social networking site. Lost to a ring tone. Lost in realitly TV. Lost for ages until someone else discovered it, re-wrote it, and hoped their call for meaning would be heard.
I’ll tell you, I don’t have such an answer. I barely have the answers for breakfast, lunch, dinner, bedtime.
I do however know whithout a doubt, it’s easy to be distracted. To lose one’s sense of direction. T0 lose one’s sense of self.
To let go and realize somewhat later, you’re lost and clinging to a buoy in the middle of a darkened ocean, eagerly waiting any indications of light.
So give up? No point anyway?
Definitely not.
Here is the tip…truly the reason for this rambling.
When we work our way back through the corridors of our personal histories, searching for the meaning in our lives, let the legacy we leave be one of love.
Eventhough we’re easily distracted, contented by the passings-by of pretty pictures and funny one-liners, let the lifelines we hold, the pictures we close our eyes and see, be the one’s that tug at the strings of our hearts.
Let it be love.
Written one line at a time, and tied together at the ends.
Knotted for eternity with the lives we hold most dear, we hold one/eachother together.
If there was ever a time to strengthen our bonds, renew or senses, re-light and truly hold our aprrectiaion for love, it is now. Right now.
And that is the point.
