I’ve festered in the pool of yesteryear for eons. I’ve lavished in the constant rhetoric of classmates.com, and it’s not far removed on how I’ve spun the tail, enlarged the fish to create the mystery from whence I came. Not everyone uses truth, and not everyone understands “the lie.” A great salesman can make the deal in a twinkling of an eye. And history will always support the data which caters to our ideal agenda. Oh, it’s okay to skew the results or tamper with the findings, so say I, but that will only lead to dismay and distrust. Some choices get a pass, while some maybe classic disasters. I’ve created the bed I sleep in, as well as the grave I arm-wrestle in. We may dabble in the past and flounder in the present but we gotta get a future!
present:
By not dwelling in the past.
Or hiding our big fat heads in the sand.
Or losing our lofty brains in the clouds.
When the ‘past’ cold cocks us, and it will at some time,
We will either sit idle.
Or we will allow it to invade like some foreign legion.
And it’s all about the unencumbered state of “now” that we strive for, by being thoroughly free from our yin yang past!
“Doing nothing doesn’t mean you don’t exist.”(Mr.D)
My Mom’s classic line was . . .
“Who needs AC, we got windows and shades for that.”
