Saturday, January 29, 2011

The Life I've Got

Distracted by posturing pols, smiling TV idols, bulging muscled meatheads driving fast cars, and little old ladies bearing down on me with Walmart carts full of the finest Asian goods, I wander through the days I have left and wonder just what, just how, and why I even take up space in this place.  Thoughts of paradises that probably do not even exist ease my angst.   I create scenes of what ifs that might just take me away from all this.  I conjure up mindsets and places that whisk me briefly away from that part of the my world that seems so pissed.

I will seek help with the quest every once in awhile.  Sip on spirits, suck on some smoke, or lose myself in some fantastic book.  But always and without fail, when the smoke clears, the story ends, and the lights go up, here I am back again with the meatheads, the whining pols, with that part of me that never left.  No matter what, no matter what trip I just took -  Forget the life I think I deserve.  I always return to the life I've got.

And that's okay.  It has finally dawned on me.  Life offers promise, but comes with no warranty, no guarantee.  Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.  The trick is while I'm here, the trick is not to rust.

Keep it 'tween the ditches..................................


The Blog Fodder said...

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, if God won't take you the devil must.
Every day above ground is a good one (for most of us, I guess).
Even Tahiti ain't what it used to be.

Laura said...

I think that we all have to have our fantasy time. Sometimes our realities are too hard, to boring, too whatever.
As long as we are alive, we have possibilities. That can be pretty uplifting if you think about it.


Randal Graves said...

Sweet taste of vindication turns to ashes in your mouth. But if you get baked like a bagel for a bit, what the hell.

Tom Harper said...

"Sip on spirits, suck on some smoke, or lose myself in some fantastic book. But always and without fail, when the smoke clears, the story ends, and the lights go up, here I am back again with the meatheads..."

Or as Barry McGuire once put it:

"You can leave here for 4 days in space, but when you return it's the same old place."

ain't for city gals said...

No matter what I am always grateful for everything I have or do...we still have so much...we (myself included, for sure) live too much on the cmputer I think now....we need to get out and do the best we can..I always enjoy your posts..

BBC said...

Yesterday I returned from a great camping trip, after reading some of the news today I'm ready for another camping trip.

Thoughts of paradises that probably do not even exist ease my angst.

If they exist in your mind they exist when you leave the body you are currently living in.

BBC said...

My next reality will have a lot more sex in it because the women there won't be so screwed up and be more interested in sex than empire building.

MRMacrum said...

Blog Fodder - No matter where you go, there you are. Always with the same baggage.

Laura - Uplifting? My jock uplifts, Life is but a cruise on a big ship. Beautiful to start, then a lot of ocean with some quick port o calls sprinkled in.

Randal - Baking the same bagel too many bits in a row can create total immolation.

Tom - Yeah the same ole place, only older.

ain't for city gals - Certainly the cup most of us carry has more liquid in it than we think sometimes. And thanks for the attaboy.

BBC - I dunno. Something tells me we don't get much of a choice as to what reality we find ourselves in.