Saturday, December 31, 2011

A New Year

The years go so fast. Then you look at how many you've lived and it's such a small number. The total number is tiny and the number at the end, the number which shrivels and kills, is smaller still. Yet we live as if the supply of time is indefinite, which it is, of course, but not for us. Time is bottomless only for itself.
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  1. AnonymousJanuary 6, 2012 at 11:29 AM

    excruciatingly realized, well said

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  2. B.January 6, 2012 at 8:58 PM

    Thank you for your kind words.

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  3. AnonymousJanuary 18, 2018 at 5:36 PM

    I've been reading through your archive. ... this short post really was intense! And so true!
    -r.

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  4. B.January 18, 2018 at 5:40 PM

    Thanks for the nice thoughts. I'd forgotten I'd written this. Sounds like me, though. Especially these days.

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  5. AnonymousJanuary 19, 2018 at 12:13 AM

    You are a unique individual!

    God loves each of us unconditionally -- that's what I believe. We are all worthy.

    I understand society's measurements though... I feel the cultural pressures.  I'm a loser too -- no job, no apartment, single, no children. I downsized in my mid-40s to be a caregiver to my parents.  My siblings, their lives continue as usual (the holidays stir up all the comparisons unfortunately)...  I hope to one day travel, but we'll see how it all pans out.....  the downsizing could very well be a blessing.  In my less cynical moments, I say to myself at least I was able to make this big change - ha!  But yeah, it was also hard to have my world turn upside down.

    Once I made a comment to a single friend, our lives aren't worse, just different.

    You were bold to live abroad and experience different cultures. You are bold to blog so honestly.  By the way, I'm up to December 2013.
    -r

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    1. B.January 19, 2018 at 10:10 AM

      Thank you for your kind words. The loss of one's parents does bring up surprising things, and not good things. I hope you and your siblings can get past it. They may be your rocks as life progresses. Getting rid of material objects is incredibly difficult for me. Each has a memory attached. It's good if you can do it, though. Get on a train, a plane or a bus sometime. Go to a city you've never been to. It doesn't have to be a big, major city. Walk around for a day, if you can afford to, spend the night. Eat in a local restaurant. If they have an art museum, visit it. See if a high school is putting on a play and go to that. In other words, do as I say, not as I wish I'd done more often.

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  6. AnonymousJanuary 28, 2018 at 9:41 AM

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