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thousand word thursday

dark

better to light a candle than to curse the darkness. (chinese proverb)

thousand word thursday

tick, tock

the only reason for time is so that everything
doesn’t happen at once.
(albert einstein)

everyone’s waiting

a weekend of endings and beginnings, and i find myself, once again, keenly aware of life’s cycles.

the ebb and flow, the give and take, the highs and lows — back and forth, again and again — continuously fighting for stability and order.

it’s a cosmic balancing act of sorts — always contriving, crafting, equilibrating, and then, sometimes, the darkness gets the better of me, and i wonder if maybe that’s not it at all.

maybe it’s all just a random dance and i’m the one fighting to see the patterns in the noise, to hear the music in the static, because, let’s face it, the alternative is harrowing.

sometimes the darkness gets the best of me, but it’s weekends like my last, with their more-than-coincidental convergence of events and people and loves and losses, that make it impossibly difficult to ignore the current running through everything.  a simple truth delicately woven into the passing moments, speaking louder than the noise and the static — one of balance and order.

and that brings me peace.

what if it is?

i’ve been a devoted follower of ‘six feet under’ since it’s beginning in 2001.  oh, the fishers.  i followed them through five seasons of loves and losses and betrayals and awakenings.  over the past few months, i’ve been re-watching the entire series and, i’m in love again.

i’ve saved the final three episodes for today.  it’s an ending i know will be bittersweet.

there’s one scene, in particular, that really struck me this time around.  it’s dark, and profound, and yet, oh, so true — a little gem of wisdom from the fishers.

nathaniel fisher, sr: you hang on to your pain like it means something, like it’s worth something. well let me tell you, it’s not worth shit. let it go. infinite possibilities and all you can do is whine.

david fisher: well, what am i supposed to do?

nathaniel fisher, sr: what do you think? you can do anything, you lucky bastard, you’re alive. what’s a little pain compared to that?

david fisher: it can’t be so simple.

nathaniel fisher, sr: what if it is?

words of the month | july 2010

sometimes the questions are complicated

and the answers are simple

(theodor seuss geisel)

[postscript]  yes, i know i’m dreadfully late in posting this (it’s almost august?) — somehow the month of july slipped right through my fingers.

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