a reply to: lavatrance
originally posted by: lavatrance
I should probably refine those plans and work on them more. That's not that far off anymore either. in 3 months it's already sping here. Maybe there's
a light at the end of the tunnel
Sounds like a great plan, to start working on those summer plans. Personally, I need to see sunshine after a couple days, or else I start to feel
gloomy like the weather. Probably what was called "Winter Blues" in the old days, or SAD now. Or maybe "cabin fever". Geography can affect us, and
that's why I haven't moved to some other places, even though those places are beautiful.
Anyway, yeah, there's always light at the end of the tunnel, but some tunnels are longer and others shorter. One thing I've found out over time is "it
all works out", so I no longer agonize or try to "control" a situation. Stuff happens, and maybe I'm just playing in someone else's karma. I think
less and do more.
I have a story I rarely share, but it's about the week before my Dad died in his 70s, in pain and wasting away but still treasured each day he was
alive. Good Lord, that man even asked for me to hand him his shaver brush so he could clean his shaver after shaving in bed.... Dad, as I came to
realize as an adult, was probably a little OCD, but he was strong. .....
Anyway, the week before he died, the last day he was able to sit in his easy chair, he was looking out the window when he spotted the bird nest he had
been watching for awhile. He smiled, because the eggs had finally hatched, and he could see the babies and watch as they were being fed. To him, every
day was a miracle to be lived and enjoyed. And he could find those miracles and joy in places others might not see.
The funny thing is, there had never been a bird nest in those bushes before, and it was like the birds were there so my Dad could enjoy them in his
last days. Shortly after he died, my Mom decided to redo the patio and yanked out all those bushes after the birds flew away. But at least they had
been there for my Dad.
One of the ideas I had a few years ago is that the meaning of Life is the meaning you give it. I see your surfing avatar. I've never surfed, but I've
watched them at beaches. Some days the waves are not there, sometimes they're so so, and other times they're perfect. Sometimes you miss a wave, or
you catch it but it doesn't do what you think it will do. And then there's the time it all comes together. So Life is like that, too. Go for it. Give
it meaning, no matter what.