This life has been amazing thus far even with all the lumps and bumps that I have hit. Yet I feel that I have something to do. It is not a matter of a single thing as nothing is really singular as each event connects to many things and many people.
Much is going on right now and I feel rather like taffy being pulled in many directions. Any and all actions/reactions or lack thereof will bear consequences and benefits. At this crossroad the spokes are before me, but I know not which way to walk.
Many thoughts are being pondered and of course the best path will be chosen, then again, how will I know if it is the best path indeed? The idea of returning to school has been on my mind as of late, but will it be as it was several years back when I had started to write my master’s proposal only to leave it as it was not quite what I wanted? The idea of a master’s in education (social studies), was not all that appealing nor is it appealing today.
Loved ones are also on my mind in a deep way that I cannot even begin to define. If only the definitions were simple complexities such as schematics would pose when dealing on multiple levels, the interconnected design effect would be much more visible than that which I hold in abstraction. To say that I do not see within the abstraction would be false, but at the same time, I really cannot define the contents in concrete form. Air holds much.
A beautifully painted wooden stallion glides gracefully up and down while going round and round. Each time I approach a certain point, I eye the brass ring and a reach is presented. To date, I cannot say how many rings I have collected nor can I say how many more I will collect, but ride I shall on my stallion forever reaching...
Saline solution is bottled and sold
Some are labeled joy
Some are labeled sorrow
Some are labeled pain
Some are labeled laughter
Some are labeled tired
And some bear dual or multiple labels
All in all they are but tears
It is odd how we produce a single product via various reasons. The bottle that bears the dual label joy and sorrow would not bear a distinguishable taste from one another. Tears are not like foodstuffs that a taster can say this particular food seems to contain the following ingredients that make the product one. The tasting of the tears would not tell the taster which is which unless he or she filled the bottle themselves. Only they, upon the tasting, can reflect back and recall the scenario. An example of joy and sorrow could be the tears of sorrow at losing a loved one while at the same time, the experience of fond memories fills their orbits with tears of joy. This memory can branch off as well and produce tears of laughter as the joy of remembrance strikes a chord of an event which could even cause a belly laugh. ~ Maggie ~ November 16, 2009 @ 6:37 p.m. EST
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