“Here we are trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.” —Kurt Vonnegut
Well, here we are again–The Present–we are like light is, always thinking we will get ahead of the darkness that is the future, but we never can. We are forever present, for the most part anyway. For myself, I have so much trouble just getting through the present that I really don’t have time to worry about the future–it will become the present with or without me. I think that is the great hurtled people have. There is that sometimes sagging feeling that the person we are won’t have mattered after we’re gone. Frank Capra covered that one, so did Charles Dickens now that I think on it. The only solution to that is to leave yourself, a part of you, behind in someone’s memory. Our sense of worth has been blunted a great deal in how we deal with notoriety. We worship celebrities and the cult that surrounds them, where we should admire there persistence and talent. The two are very different. But you stand online in a store and all the mags and rags have this or that emblazoned in their headlines and on their covers and it slowly begins to eat away at the thing about yourself that makes you feel good. Soon you feel that you will never be anybody, when you already are. It is a hard thing to live , to be alive, to get through a single day, and in the end your life has so much more opportunity to enjoy that life. Think about it. Anyone who is known, popular or what have you must deal with that notoriety in ways that would make me want to shoot myself. Would you really want people to crowd around you every place you went? Would you really wa nt to ‘have to be on’ 24/87–365? I would rather the thing that I do be important and not the person I am. That is for me to deal with on my own terms. >KB
I agree!
Who is the artist of the painting? I love it.
The image from afar is Oscar Wilde.>KB