Systems and order and reflection of things.
Just how did we get to this point? I like probably most folks wake up once in a while and ask this question. It is not a bad question to ask once in a while. Like most folks the answer is one little step at a time. Is this point the end of this part of our journey or is it simply this moment where we stop and look about? It is almost like leaving the house, full of teenage kids for a day, to return wondering just what did happen? I am not certain that I am more mad about the mess or sad that I missed all the fun!
I was indeed, the one who left the house. It was I who went off to pursue other adventures. Did I leave in search of fun to return only to find that I simply had left to soon and fun just showed up?
I walked over to my goldfish pond. I have been away from it for sometime because of foul weather. The net covering the pond had been forcefully depressed. The gold fish were no where to be seen. How puzzling? They were fine when I left. All this time over the past few years I would walk out and feed the little guys. The plants grew the fish got bigger and I had quite a bit of enjoyment caring for them, but now they are gone. How could this have happened? I see by all the signs that my little fish had been eaten. Some hungry animal must have been very happy to have found such a tasty meal so late in the winter! That is what happened, I was not there.
I opened the paper to see that my representatives had voted to raise my taxes! How could this have happened? It was only just last week that I sent them a check to help them get re-elected! I was right there last week talking to them in their office. I told them: “In this depressed economy what ever you do don’t raise taxes it will kill what ever is left of this meager recovery!”
How did we get here? I work hard at my job, I put food on the table, I pay my taxes, I donate to charity, I .. I… I…. I…
am sitting here wondering, why things are, oh, so bad?
I must think I alone, am in charge. I am, I do, I say, I i iii yiii yii yiii ! Well if I am not really in charge? WHO IS?
Maybe it is time to take names and hand out blame and do some whoop ass! “Man if I could get my hands on… I would, I could, I say.. I.. I… I…I…I..I i iii yiii yii yiii yii!
Wait a minute, how did we get to this point? Certainly it could not have been something I did! I handed that responsibility over to the kids while I was gone, to my representatives while I stayed home and worked to put food on the table and a roof over my head. I am only to this point because I took all those steps so that I could build my pond to watch my fish that got eaten by hungry wild animals, because I had to leave to tell my representatives to do what I wanted them to do!
Now I am sitting at my desk writing down all these things and grumbling. I grumble even more, because the dog is begging for food that would have been in her dish, if I had not sat down to sort all these things out!
How did we get to this point? I truly believe that you are sitting here reading this rant with some amusement knowing full well that you just went through almost the same thing only slightly different. And if we send this rant to some one else it would be the same only slightly different but still mostly the same.
I rocked back in office chair and put both feet on the ground, if I move one foot slightly my chair turns.. If I move it again slightly it turns some more. If what I am doing is slightly different than what you are doing then you are turning the opposite direction! If each person we come in contact with turns slightly then my idea of turning left to leave my desk is different then that other person who feels turning right is a better way to leave a desk. .
My perspective of how we got to this point is only relevant to me, I have to choose my next step. It has nothing to do with how you should step. If I don’t like this point in time, history, space, I really do need to start the moving process. I realize that I am only at this exact point for only a brief period of what I perceive as time. I may visit this physical point from time to time but it does not mean it really is exactly the same. I know it changes slightly while I am gone, and more so when I am there!
What would happen if I stopped sending money to get other people a job? What would happen if you and I agreed to stop sending money and stopped doing a lot of other things? Would we not then have more time to choose to do something else? To go some place else? To maybe not leave the spot we left go to pieces? If we stopped would all the other things fall to pieces? I know they would if enough people started thinking like you are I are right now!
Time to feed the dog.
