Celebrating The Moments

 Today I have nothing but gratitude for every moment of my meaningless little life.  Of course I lament some things that I have done, and even more, I lament things that I haven't done and never will.  But my resolve is not to dwell on, or complain of such things, but to live every remaining day in pursuit of joy - as I have lived most of my days.

I think a lot of people feel disappointment in not being able to have a bigger impact on the world, whereas I am perfectly comfortable making no contribution whatsoever. Though nothing about my life could be considered trite, it certainly has been meaningless.  But personally, I think the whole life purpose and importance placed on "meaning" to one's life is a crock of shit.  The only standard worthy of using to judge someone's life is how much joy they have known.  Additional cuddos if that joy is and has been shared.  Pain brings perspective to your life. Without pain, joy would not be celebrated.

So a pittance of words and a handful of people who will remember me is all that I have to show for my life so far.

     But oh, the things I have seen! 

     The divine decadence that

     has brought me so much

     joy over the years

     has no earnest

     measure. 

It might be fair to say that I have laughed more in my 50 odd years than most folks manage in twice that time. So today I consider myself among the most fortunate on earth. I celebrate my life completely and without sorrow. 

Tomorrow I will again. 

The Tide of Interest

Posting as both lunatic and shining beacon of sanity. . .

Recently I have been writing with little or no substantial cogency, or other such clever content (and this blog post may very well suffer the same verdict).  As initially interesting or amusing topics wane toward the mundane, I find myself inclined to write morel and interact less in general.  What is it with the tide of interest of my mental fora?

Ah the glorious feeling of simple satisfaction
In anything, whether profound or trite.
Let it fill my store until I sleep.
Then fill me up once more when I wake.
This I wish I may, and wish I might.

Writing Excellence

A work of fiction is made up of an infinite number of elements including plot, sub-plots, characters, setting, narrative structure, and so on. Some parts seem less significant than others, but each element contributes to the whole.  Subtle elements include character personality traits that make them multi-dimensional. The plot is delivered at a measured pace.

Carefully study the phrases and passages of authors that resonate within you. The best elements of good writing are learned over time through practice and the study of well-crafted work.
This is where practice comes in. As you read and explore, your mind fills with ideas and phrases that you put onto paper. The more you do this, the easier it becomes to decide which elements work together to create a finished piece. After you master the basics, keep pushing the boundaries of your creativity. There is no limit to what you can learn if you are dedicated and always strive to do a little bit better each time.

What Do You Really Think?

In a recent conversation while lambasting faith, television, spectator sports, gender assignment, flu shots, the patriarchy, decaffeinated coffee, and other such nonsensical and/or useless conventions and inventions, my audience of one interrupted my soliloquy with the seemingly comedic interjected question; "So, what do you really think?" Fair enough. I am, and have been abrupt on many an occasion in my reactions to piety and other institutions of mindlessness – but in defense of my social skills, I most often only rail against that which has been shoved in my face, or otherwise been made unavoidable and it is never my intent to hurt someone’s feelings.

To me, whether it is Heaven or Hell, no mantra, dogma, or their associated ‘ism’ is too sacred for humor.  A humorous twist can be made on almost any topic – heinous acts of cruelty or anything harming children notwithstanding of course (and perhaps a few others, but you get the point I’m sure).

Anyway, trivializing serious shit is the American way of covering up or otherwise euphemizing ugly stuff that we don’t want to see, or otherwise feel.  And if it can’t be trivialized then you can probably get a prescription for it.

Yeah, I know - just tell you what I really think . . .

Well I think that a really good cheesecake is better with Champagne. And I think that Champagne is best when shared, though I dare say, it can be pretty damned good self-served and alone. I think the earth is an imperfect spheroid in orbit around a dying star. I am finally convinced that there is at least a good chance that I may die some day, which consequently makes all of this seem so unimportant, and yet dramatically important at the same time, and that bodes well with my belief in all that really matters is what is happening right now.  Consequently it is my personal charge to make the best of it.  I celebrate the present, because in a very real sense, it is all that we have. 

“Life moves pretty fast.  If you don’t stop and look around sometime, you could miss it.”

– Ferris Bueller