“Simplify! Simplify!”
“When the clutter, anxiety and complications threaten to hem us in, we should bring to mind the words of Thoreau, “Simplify! Simplify!” And even if this fails we might learn from the children and go fly a kite!”
Para from “Bus 9 to Paradise” by Leo Buscaglia
The author who says “life is paradise for those who love many things with a passion”. This gets a mention in this blog for the 2nd time. I agree completely. I love the wealth of meaning.
Life after all is simple. We are complicated. And we need to constantly strive to delineate the tangled web of aphorisms and simplify the paradigms that seem to choke us and thus dilute the beauty of life.
The last two days have had me struggling to stave off the fear of being buried in the rubble of a rabble rousing mind. Oft times in the past I have clawed myself out of the quagmire of this greedy, insidious and sometimes warped pool of self-defeating thoughts. I have emerged.
In response to my text message last night to some of my closest friends and buddies across the geographical divide, there were calls of concern and some very comforting responses. One of course threw me completely.
I’ve maintained that interpretation is the mother of all F#$@ Ups! Maybe this someone felt it was directed very specifically at him. “Expectations when it is of no use. No intention of hurting…perhaps not the right response…your messages are difficult to handle…”.
What can I say! If you ever read my blog sir, (thankfully you don’t, because a blog of mine would be an insult to your intellect), my rejoinder to that is - of course I have expectations. I also know that I shouldn’t have any. But my expectations are not what you think they are. All you need to do is be a friend. Is that too much to ask? If yes, why? Is it because I bravely admitted once upon a time to feeling pangs of attraction? Does that change the complexion of communication? I wear my heart on my sleeve. More often than not, I let those who care know when my good moods desert me and despair takes over. I’m fairly transparent and I care deeply for my friends.
Do I need to justify myself to anybody? Does someone with whom one has basically exchanged a handful of phone conversations and hundreds of seconds of chat time qualify as a friend? Have I been presumptuous and tried to embrace this hoity toity soul in the warmth of my friendship circle? Perhaps I’ve been wrong to do so. Perhaps some people shy away from the show of affection. Perhaps some don’t know that any serious human relationship requires work. Friendship is one such relationship. But I realize that in this case in point, I’ve been a lone crusader and haven’t been supported likewise. I need to back off. I was blind. Perhaps by my own exuberance and a naïve belief that everyone is as enthusiastic to befriend and be enveloped in the cocoon of warmth, love and a lifetime of enrichment.
Friendship does have to be nurtured and when it emerges from the cocoon it’s a truly beautiful butterfly. Who does not know this! Why am I even bothering to attempt a mini thesis on a topic discussed threadbare and analyzed ad nauseam in a million ‘how to’ books? To vent my spleen. To purge my troubled soul.
There are a lot of things that cannot be classified as ‘super and on cruise control’ in my life right now. The road is bumpy, but I like the drive. In my attempt to focus on the positive and constantly repair my battered spirit from further abuse, I have penned. Forgive me O Lord if I have sinned! I know I have not. All I have done is been me. A little crazy, a little foolish, a little overpowering, but overall very passionate about those who dot my life. I love them. Thankfully those who matter understand. As I’ve mentioned before, those who don’t, don’t matter.
I do look forward to leading a very fulfilled life. However fractured my attempts at doing so. Gloria Gaynor, if you’re reading this, then I salute you for you knew what you were singing about when you sang, “I will survive”.
Simplify ahoy! The tangled web seems to be unraveling. R waits with bated breath. To emerge. And taste triumph.
Para from “Bus 9 to Paradise” by Leo Buscaglia
The author who says “life is paradise for those who love many things with a passion”. This gets a mention in this blog for the 2nd time. I agree completely. I love the wealth of meaning.
Life after all is simple. We are complicated. And we need to constantly strive to delineate the tangled web of aphorisms and simplify the paradigms that seem to choke us and thus dilute the beauty of life.
The last two days have had me struggling to stave off the fear of being buried in the rubble of a rabble rousing mind. Oft times in the past I have clawed myself out of the quagmire of this greedy, insidious and sometimes warped pool of self-defeating thoughts. I have emerged.
In response to my text message last night to some of my closest friends and buddies across the geographical divide, there were calls of concern and some very comforting responses. One of course threw me completely.
I’ve maintained that interpretation is the mother of all F#$@ Ups! Maybe this someone felt it was directed very specifically at him. “Expectations when it is of no use. No intention of hurting…perhaps not the right response…your messages are difficult to handle…”.
What can I say! If you ever read my blog sir, (thankfully you don’t, because a blog of mine would be an insult to your intellect), my rejoinder to that is - of course I have expectations. I also know that I shouldn’t have any. But my expectations are not what you think they are. All you need to do is be a friend. Is that too much to ask? If yes, why? Is it because I bravely admitted once upon a time to feeling pangs of attraction? Does that change the complexion of communication? I wear my heart on my sleeve. More often than not, I let those who care know when my good moods desert me and despair takes over. I’m fairly transparent and I care deeply for my friends.
Do I need to justify myself to anybody? Does someone with whom one has basically exchanged a handful of phone conversations and hundreds of seconds of chat time qualify as a friend? Have I been presumptuous and tried to embrace this hoity toity soul in the warmth of my friendship circle? Perhaps I’ve been wrong to do so. Perhaps some people shy away from the show of affection. Perhaps some don’t know that any serious human relationship requires work. Friendship is one such relationship. But I realize that in this case in point, I’ve been a lone crusader and haven’t been supported likewise. I need to back off. I was blind. Perhaps by my own exuberance and a naïve belief that everyone is as enthusiastic to befriend and be enveloped in the cocoon of warmth, love and a lifetime of enrichment.
Friendship does have to be nurtured and when it emerges from the cocoon it’s a truly beautiful butterfly. Who does not know this! Why am I even bothering to attempt a mini thesis on a topic discussed threadbare and analyzed ad nauseam in a million ‘how to’ books? To vent my spleen. To purge my troubled soul.
There are a lot of things that cannot be classified as ‘super and on cruise control’ in my life right now. The road is bumpy, but I like the drive. In my attempt to focus on the positive and constantly repair my battered spirit from further abuse, I have penned. Forgive me O Lord if I have sinned! I know I have not. All I have done is been me. A little crazy, a little foolish, a little overpowering, but overall very passionate about those who dot my life. I love them. Thankfully those who matter understand. As I’ve mentioned before, those who don’t, don’t matter.
I do look forward to leading a very fulfilled life. However fractured my attempts at doing so. Gloria Gaynor, if you’re reading this, then I salute you for you knew what you were singing about when you sang, “I will survive”.
Simplify ahoy! The tangled web seems to be unraveling. R waits with bated breath. To emerge. And taste triumph.
posted by Livin @ 10/22/2005 11:39:00 PM
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