Sunday, November 27, 2005
Sunday Nov. 27, 2005 - Year 3, Day 252 – great expectations
-3C /28F, fresh snow crunches underfoot, walking precariously as lug soled hikers on ice while being pulled by Gusta the plow-horse I am challenged to keep my balance while she burrows & snowplows on every 2nd lawn
‘There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.’ – Oscar Wilde
and, ‘what would Dickens say ?’ . . he had those great expectations
getting, getting what we want, getting ‘some’; all familiar terms, but how do we get what we want ?
I am reading something I’ve been asked to critique; it challenges me, not so much to comment on the writing, which is pretty good, or the content which is overflowing . . . but it is overflowing with the angst, pain & anger of someone who cannot get over the loss of something that, it would appear, was not so joyous or at least not to the other party
I’ve ranted - most of us have when we’ve left a relationship or when we’ve been left or when things go horribly off track; I’ve brooded about what went wrong, about whose fault it was
how many times, I wonder, do couples together get what they both want ? or, speak openly about how 1 or both is not !
I often encounter men & women who have split; when I hear their tales of woo & woe, chronicles of anger, betrayal & loss – I am amused, not in a laughing way, but in a ‘why could they not see the forest for the trees’ way
losses, I often wonder, are not loss of what they had [since their retrospective is usually coloured with so many stories of mediocrity or worse] but of their expectations of what they had
great expectations, lost
were they realistic, ever ?
it does not matter . . the loss of those expectations hurts deeply . . without regard to whether they were realistic in the first instance !
oh such great expectations lost & gone
as I consider new adventures, new opportunities to have sweet & fruity dessert & great company too . . I am challenged to keep my balance
it seems it is Grey Cup Day - go Esks !
Mark
‘There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.’ – Oscar Wilde
and, ‘what would Dickens say ?’ . . he had those great expectations
getting, getting what we want, getting ‘some’; all familiar terms, but how do we get what we want ?
I am reading something I’ve been asked to critique; it challenges me, not so much to comment on the writing, which is pretty good, or the content which is overflowing . . . but it is overflowing with the angst, pain & anger of someone who cannot get over the loss of something that, it would appear, was not so joyous or at least not to the other party
I’ve ranted - most of us have when we’ve left a relationship or when we’ve been left or when things go horribly off track; I’ve brooded about what went wrong, about whose fault it was
how many times, I wonder, do couples together get what they both want ? or, speak openly about how 1 or both is not !
I often encounter men & women who have split; when I hear their tales of woo & woe, chronicles of anger, betrayal & loss – I am amused, not in a laughing way, but in a ‘why could they not see the forest for the trees’ way
losses, I often wonder, are not loss of what they had [since their retrospective is usually coloured with so many stories of mediocrity or worse] but of their expectations of what they had
great expectations, lost
were they realistic, ever ?
it does not matter . . the loss of those expectations hurts deeply . . without regard to whether they were realistic in the first instance !
oh such great expectations lost & gone
as I consider new adventures, new opportunities to have sweet & fruity dessert & great company too . . I am challenged to keep my balance
it seems it is Grey Cup Day - go Esks !
Mark
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