Day 67
I’ve had a lot of time lately to think. I’ve been packing (box 460 just got taped up!) … in the shower … driving … all places where my mind tends to wander. All good – except while driving, I guess!
In any case … time has been going by and I seem to be measuring it by how many rolls of tape I’ve used up and how many Starbucks drink containers are in my recycle bin. And, every once in a while some brain cells spark a profound thought … which is, more than not, random and fleeting. And sometimes I remember them and wonder why I never thought of such and such before. Too busy? The cranial capacity has reached its limit? I just don’t care? I don’t know.
But this is what I do know …
Being nice matters. So does sharing a smile.
I’d rather get bitten by one dog than not pet the other hundred who will lick my hand.
I push too much and should listen to my body more. You get out what you put in.
Older people and younger people should be listened to with earnest; we have a lot to learn from both ends of the spectrum.
I don’t know as much as I think I do.
Having soup and crackers can be oh so much more satisfying than any fancy, expensive dinner.
Life is sometimes too short. And sometimes too long.
That making a difference is more important than making a name.
Taking a small step is the biggest step of all.
In all things there is a lesson.
We are in control of less than we think.
In thinking these things I think of Ian Malcom (Jeff Goldblume’s character) in Jurassic Park and his explanation of chaos theory. How one slight differentiation – like a very slight breeze from a thousand miles away – can affect and change something and that effect alters the outcome of whatever.
Luck of the draw. Fate. Things happen in life that make me sometimes wonder if it is either of those. Or is it Divine Intervention? Or a universal pull? Or a Master Plan of all things? Or maybe it’s just a slight breeze from 1000 miles away.
What makes one person an instant millionaire by being in line to get that winning lotto ticket at the right time … and what makes the person be under the highway bridge when it collapses?
Those things are the things that I ponder when I’m in the shower or packing or (sorry to say) driving. So many questions … so few answers.
Which leaves me to think of a quote that I found the other day by Bob Moawad, “You can’t make footprints in the sands of time if you’re sitting on your butt. And who wants to make buttprints in the sands of time?”