Musings On the Episodes that Do Not seem to really connect much anymore

oh, uh-huh, I’m such a mess, a wobbling street sign on an icy day along the road,
slippery, a hazard warning…I know how frivolous or haphazard my life has been, having met some quirky sorts making me quirkier by increments. No wonder some find me strange? Where was my mind all those years. It was like walking a rocky path on the upside of a mountain, stumbling, but forcing myself to go on even as it put a strain on every part of me, physically and mentally. Somewhere, somehow, I just ceased climbing, believing there would be no point to reaching the peak. I never liked being challenged much, but, not because I was lazy or sought the easy way out.
I never was one for competing. I’m like the chipped piece of china in a store with a sign by it, saying “as is”. And, isn’t it odd, isn’t it peculiar, isn’t it strange how easy it is to give out good advice but never take your own advice…maybe, not, it is not uncommon. I have known many others to do this all the time.Funny, too, how it seems that the flavor of every growing year changes, and how familiar things, even though in the background, always re-surface. I realize how lost I have been, but also how found, too. I know there must be others who would love to go through a wormhole and re-do aspects of their lives, make corrections, but, in coming back, what would that do, would anyone even recognize you, would you recognize yourself…would it make you happier or would there be other things to find fault with?Sometimes, I think I want too much…better life, to travel, be well off enough not to have concerns, yet, one can have it all and still discover their discord. But, as a few tell me, it is how you handle it that matters. Focus more on your state of mind, etc…
and, just when you learn to draw your own conclusions, someone smashes the atom and you have to re-think your entire existence and mind-sets, and, then why have mind-sets at all? Why don’t we, me, just be fluid? Everyone always says Go With The Flow..and stay with the Tangibles, forget all the whoop-de-doo of things you cannot see, taste or touch…and, that makes sense, but there are things happening all around that are invisible, intangible, but, seemingly real, too? Okay, I’m starved now for nourishment, that is, for affection, but, does it make any difference to even get it, everything I eat anyway disturbs my system in some way. I go from hot to cold, from cold to hot and hoping for some balance, and when it seems to arrive something comes to tip the scales again, and, I find myself like a hazard sign warning others not to come near me, I will spoil the party…

Musings On the Episodes that Do Not seem to really connect much anymore

mychaelalchemy

Binghamton, United States

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