I am referring of course to this website. Each day I sit down to get this thing done and 1000 new concepts come to mind. Is this really my life. I mean dont get me wrong its all great fun and very exciting but at the same time there comes a times when I have to accept that I have done enough. The ride is over it is time to get off and go to a new one.
It got me thinking… and yes that is a dangerous thing indeed. If you don’t know yet you will soon find that ole Bruce Wayne loves a good analogy. So here goes and I hope I don’t loose everyone.
In the past life was like an amusement park. There where some many fun things to do and some many rides to try. There was the tunnel of love, the big roller coaster, the feris wheel. People entered the park and looked around. Eventually they would jump on one ride or another just to try it out. Some of them didn’t feel right and others where perhaps a little to much fun that we had to get sick in order to get off the damn thing. But we are talking about the past. We are talking of the times when my father lived. The times when the lights where a little less bright but a little more honest. If the sign said WORLDS LARGEST COASTER it was… There was no fine print and no disclaimers. The fun house was where we knew we where going to be tricked. The mirrors where distorted and the freaks where made of glue and twine. But we knew it. Deep down we knew it was all smoke and mirrors.
Well ladies and gentlemen the smoke has begun to get so thick and cloudy that we can no longer see the truth. The truth is found in us and not outside of us. Some may wish as I do that we could return to a life with less tricksters and down right crooks. But they have done us a great service.
When the lie becomes so blatantly disgusting that we can no longer bear the sight of it we start to realize something. That the smoke is not there at all. That although the mirrors may seem distorted we can find new mirrors or build our own. Most of all we have options today. In the past people where lead onto the ride they would spend the rest of there life on. This ride in fact became who they where. My father worked in computers until the early nineties. At this point he was laid off and swore never to touch a computer again. And guess what he didn’t not even to check that damn email. See he didn’t really like computers but was told that this is where he belonged that it was where he could find the money to support a family. In his retirement he opened a shop and worked with his hands. It only took him 60 years to figure out one thing that made him happy and ironically it was what he had done as a child.
In a sense what I am saying is that today we are allowed to recreate ourselves everyday. If we don’t like a job we can quit. If we free ourselves from what is expected we can discover what is real. If we stop looking outside ourselves we can begin looking in…
In this way we are truly furtunate…
