Season of gists
May 06, 2003
It definitely feels like something's ending again. May ushers in the rains. And I for one am glad that there'd be a chance things will be less hot and humid. Sometimes it's so hot, one begins to sweat even after just stepping out of the shower.
So that's good, as most other endings are, in my opinion. Endings should prove getting from a starting point to another, further. And most of the time, just as soon as one thing ends, something else begins.
That kind of thinking may come with age. I recall wanting things I was attached to to never cease from being with me. As kids, we wanted our favorite toys to never leave our grasp or to never be destroyed even as we play with them with world-war intensity. We had wanted our bestfriends-- be they human, canine or whatever-- to always be there too. But they don't and we see newer toys we like even more, we go to different schools where we meet new friends, and at some point in our lives, we see things very differently from how we used to.
And things are really different from how they were years ago. The pace has upped and everything seems to be in a rush, to not get into a rut, and yet, more people are. The speed in which things go determine how many endings there are. And by the growing number of people who've discovered some joy in the live-by-the-day idea, endings have no end in sight. And it can be seen as one that lessens the quality of each experience or increases the chances of living better ones. And suddenly, an example flashes into mind and I type it before I can rationalize and find flaws to the logic and not type it afterwards- It's just like how collectors either choose each prized purchase or buy in bulk and get that one or two rare items among the ho-hum rest that would eventually get displayed en masse in the less brightly lit corner or room, two right-turns past the second-floor toilet. And as that image ends, another thought-- of an old man hunched before a small mountain stream, a metal plate and his dreams of a better life in both hands, sifting for gold.
Make each day count, some say. Quality, not quantity, others exclaim. My two-cents: how many beginnings and endings we get or how much time between the two, we may not have direct control over but how we get from every start to every finish, that's what's worth looking back at near our last finish line.
It definitely feels like something's ending again. May ushers in the rains. And I for one am glad that there'd be a chance things will be less hot and humid. Sometimes it's so hot, one begins to sweat even after just stepping out of the shower.
So that's good, as most other endings are, in my opinion. Endings should prove getting from a starting point to another, further. And most of the time, just as soon as one thing ends, something else begins.
That kind of thinking may come with age. I recall wanting things I was attached to to never cease from being with me. As kids, we wanted our favorite toys to never leave our grasp or to never be destroyed even as we play with them with world-war intensity. We had wanted our bestfriends-- be they human, canine or whatever-- to always be there too. But they don't and we see newer toys we like even more, we go to different schools where we meet new friends, and at some point in our lives, we see things very differently from how we used to.
And things are really different from how they were years ago. The pace has upped and everything seems to be in a rush, to not get into a rut, and yet, more people are. The speed in which things go determine how many endings there are. And by the growing number of people who've discovered some joy in the live-by-the-day idea, endings have no end in sight. And it can be seen as one that lessens the quality of each experience or increases the chances of living better ones. And suddenly, an example flashes into mind and I type it before I can rationalize and find flaws to the logic and not type it afterwards- It's just like how collectors either choose each prized purchase or buy in bulk and get that one or two rare items among the ho-hum rest that would eventually get displayed en masse in the less brightly lit corner or room, two right-turns past the second-floor toilet. And as that image ends, another thought-- of an old man hunched before a small mountain stream, a metal plate and his dreams of a better life in both hands, sifting for gold.
Make each day count, some say. Quality, not quantity, others exclaim. My two-cents: how many beginnings and endings we get or how much time between the two, we may not have direct control over but how we get from every start to every finish, that's what's worth looking back at near our last finish line.
Labels: A musing
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