Time and Such and Things

Oh how the world does change...........

Could any of us have predicted where we would be now if we were asked to one year ago? Two? I know that I could not. Not so long ago I was engaged, living in the house that I see out of my bedroom window right now. Not so long ago, my life had a direction that neither thrilled me nor excited my senses. I lived a life of predictability. I lived over there, blind to all that was happening around me. Blind to the pain in this world and the pain in that house. No longer.

I know the pain in the world, I have felt its touch and I have felt the joy that accompanies the act of repairing that pain. I now lie here in a bed that I never thought I would ever inhabit. I gaze out of the window and see the sidewalk I walked so cluelessly down so many times. I see a home that once housed a good friend, now void of any acquaintance of mine. That friend now calls Thailand temporary home.

Memories come fast and thick in this town. Memories of time wasted and time exalted. When sitting on that porch, a mere 50 yards away, life seemed so simple, so normal, so out of reach.

I now continue my recovery from a moment well lived, a moment grasped and exhausted. I begin now my search for the next grand adventure, the next moment to be sapped of all of its lovely life. I shall remain in this spontaneous limbo for a few months more, but life's tug has begun already. Come with me, it says in my ear. Your's is not to remain here in this time and place, your's is to disappear, to explore, to challenge the norm and the unjust, to bring a smile to the downtrod and, in doing so, touch the face of God.

Within the fold of those who choose to serve, those like me, I found a kinship unlike any other I have ever known. I found a passion for life so raw, so full of gusto, so full of unbridled carelessness for tomorrow as to not be believed. Living within the moment is the stuff of this life. Causing each moment to count a bit more than the last, causing one's life to count in that of others, there is the stuff of dreams!

If I could but change the world of someone else a few more times, I would be happy. The feeling of giving, the feeling of LIVING whilst giving, is one that intoxicates and renews. I shall chase that high from now until forever. Come what may.

My little solo experiment, by the way, was a smashing success. Solo play, my friends, is also the stuff of fun and living!