Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Wednesday April 5, 2006 - Year 4, Day 16 - it gets better
+4C/39F, drizzzzzzle . . wonderful spring shower drizzle to wash off the dust; water dog is happy, heel feels great[finally] . . we walked long & fast
how many times have we heard words like these ? :
‘the car’s a wreck, but everyone’s OK’, or, ‘some scrapes & bruises, but nothing’s broken’
when life delivers tough blows, the shock & pain of the moment seems excruciating, horrible to bear . . these moments blind us to seeing opportunities or anything positive, and
it gets better
seeing a new course of action, a new path to take is difficult when our eyes are red & swollen, of if they are just closed, and
it gets better
the path to take is different for everyone, the issue not so much of which path to take but one of forward momentum, and
it gets better
I don’t remember the last time I was down in deep-funk land, but I know I didn’t stay there long because I knew . . . it gets better
one of my favorites: Robert Frost: The Road Not Taken (1915)
[usually interpreted as an assertion of individualism, but critic Lawrence Thompson argues it is a slightly mocking satire on a perennially hesitant walking partner of Frost's who always wondered what would have happened if he had chosen their path differently]
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth.Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that the passing thereHad worn them really about the same.And both that morning equally layIn leaves no step had trodden black.Oh, I kept the first for another day!Yet knowing how way leads on to way,I doubted if I should ever come back.I shall be telling this with a sighSomewhere ages and ages hence:Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--I took the one less traveled by,And that has made all the difference.
it gets better
pick a path for today & start walking
or walking & writing
or walking & something else
just start
it gets better
Mark
how many times have we heard words like these ? :
‘the car’s a wreck, but everyone’s OK’, or, ‘some scrapes & bruises, but nothing’s broken’
when life delivers tough blows, the shock & pain of the moment seems excruciating, horrible to bear . . these moments blind us to seeing opportunities or anything positive, and
it gets better
seeing a new course of action, a new path to take is difficult when our eyes are red & swollen, of if they are just closed, and
it gets better
the path to take is different for everyone, the issue not so much of which path to take but one of forward momentum, and
it gets better
I don’t remember the last time I was down in deep-funk land, but I know I didn’t stay there long because I knew . . . it gets better
one of my favorites: Robert Frost: The Road Not Taken (1915)
[usually interpreted as an assertion of individualism, but critic Lawrence Thompson argues it is a slightly mocking satire on a perennially hesitant walking partner of Frost's who always wondered what would have happened if he had chosen their path differently]
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth.Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that the passing thereHad worn them really about the same.And both that morning equally layIn leaves no step had trodden black.Oh, I kept the first for another day!Yet knowing how way leads on to way,I doubted if I should ever come back.I shall be telling this with a sighSomewhere ages and ages hence:Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--I took the one less traveled by,And that has made all the difference.
it gets better
pick a path for today & start walking
or walking & writing
or walking & something else
just start
it gets better
Mark
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