Saturday, November 21, 2020

What If You Catch It?


Well, sir, I've chased money and I've chased fame. I've run after women and power and peace of mind. I've half-heartedly sought wisdom and single-mindedly pursued passion. I suppose I'm always looking for attention, even though I seldom leave the house. Socially awkward, you know.

Maybe I've caught just enough of everything I've wanted, to know that there's nothing I need.

My prizes are the memories of the love I've known along the way. In my naivete, I have thought that maybe I could manipulate who I am, what other folks thought of me. Turns out that I'm the same person who was scared to death and, thrilled as well, to start that first day of school. 

Every stray is just looking for love. Me, too.

Wednesday, November 11, 2020

Finding The Source


Maybe I should have kept a few secrets. You know, created a mystique. A little late to worry about it now, I suppose. Most folks grow up. They get tricked into believing that they have no choice. Oh, I've bought suits and I've bought ties. Nobody ever accused me of growing up.

If you ever lose a fascination with lightning bugs or ever lose your taste for ice cream, it's time to re-evaluate. Everything.

You learn math and you study science but you come with love right from the factory. Oh sure, chemistry complicates it at some point. You may never break your nose like I did, or your arm, like I did, but you're surely gonna have your heart broken at some point and that's a price you pay.

In fact, loss, in one form or another, finances all love. The glory of it all overwhelms me.