Discipline and dedication come to mind this morning. All the words – all the struggle to put them in the correct order – to lavish them with inspiring adjectives – to pour out my soul only to have it leashed again. The writer is subject to a war as he enters the realm of creating. A work in progress becomes a daily grind. A battle against time – of which I have little. A recipient of blank pages waiting to be filled. A blank mind like the emptiness of life itself.
Thinking ahead – death may come soon – so many things to say, so little time. The journey is filled with detours and roadblocks. Each twist and turn delivers new thoughts and a change of plans. We struggle to find an ending, yet we haven’t even made it half way through.
Life – the daily struggles – the aches and pains of aging – the perils of moving from one room to another and trying to remember why you went in the first place. Who cares? Why does any of my life have any bearing on another’s? Maybe in my telling, someone may discover they aren’t alone in their journey. The experiences we face every day can create a story – a poem – an idea. Our dreams are like that too. When we’re in search of the creative process, everything we deal with in life has purpose in fulfilling our goal.
Looking back – remembering – past mistakes and what we learn from them – secret sins known only to you and God – successes and goals accomplished. Each of these possess a tale to be told.
Our lives are like a giant manuscript, just waiting to be poured onto a blank page. If only spell check didn’t interfere.
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Thinking of death, my wife and I had our picture taken on Tuesday for the church’s pictorial directory. When we went in, my wife said that we would get the free 8×10 and go home. No one wants a picture of us. As we were having our pictures taken, we each thought about our bouts with illness over the past year. We bought 5x7s for the two boys and a sheet of wallet sized. One of Kitty’s sisters, whose husband also has A-Fib, has placed her order for one of the wallet sized pictures. You never know when you have gotten your picture taken for the last time – so live with all the gusto you can until then. George Burns said that his first activity every day was to read the obits. If he didn’t find his name, it was going to be a good day. Red Skelton said that if you wake up and you do not smell an overpowering smell of flowers, it was going to be a good day. Jack Benny was only 39 when he passed away, so he had none of those jokes.
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Thanks Mark. Once again you have made my day❤️
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Let’s hope death does not come too soon! Blessings. 🙂
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I’m ready❤️
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Grammarly would never let you get away with that. 🙂
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I love Grammarly, but spell check – not so much😜
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