Every day I take a moment or two to consider whether I am going to update things here and wonder how I went from posting sixty or seventy times a month to the current snail’s pace.
If there were no boundaries in blogging I could address it all in a couple of paragraphs but there are boundaries and so I cannot give you a complete tale.
All I can say is I am always cognizant of the changes here and elsewhere. It feels like a full moon madness that exists whether the moon is given it is full glory in the night sky or but a quarter.
Maybe He Is Right
Old Walt Whitman might be spot on here.
We are all on individual paths and where they lead or do not might be destiny or coincidence.
Hell, it might be a combination of the two.
There is a girl who I would like to sit down and discuss this and a bunch of other things with.
If my druthers and requests were filled it would be on a beach somewhere with no distractions other than the sea.
But for the moment that is an impossibility and one wonders if that moment should be defined and described as minutes or eternity.
This the place where confusion reigns and it is hard to determine if that will continue to be the default answer or if perhaps the clouds will part long enough for rays of sunlight to provide the clarity only they are capable of displaying.
I am tired and worn out by it all, though it is also fair to say I am capable of mustering enough energy to change it all.
But that is probably contingent upon whether there is a real impetus to do so beyond personal desire.
Not that desire doesn’t provide significant motivation because it does. However, it is not enough on its own.
That is what happens when more than one is involved, you can’t walk into a secret world and celebrate by yourself.
It just doesn’t work.
Partnership is required, someone to take your hand and walk with you through the full moon madness.
