That’s not entirely true. Sometimes, it is too late. That’s why now is generally better. I’m almost never pleased post-procrastination. I’m regretful of late. I want more from my life and my reality. I suspect I’m not alone. I feel old and spent and used and tired. Some of it’s nature – I tend to…… Continue reading It’s never too late.
There’s a green ball in the doorway to my bedroom. It’s about fifteen inches in diameters so it partially blocks one’s path. It’s been living there, half in my room and half in the hall, for about week. Every day I walk by it and think about putting it away. Yet there it sits, mocking…… Continue reading A green ball in the hall.
There’s a cost to everything. Consider it carefully. * I got rid of fifteen boxes of comic books recently. They were my brothers’. They were into the comic book scene from the late eighties to the early aughts. Then life took them in different directions. Literally. One moved to New Zealand, the other cross-country to…… Continue reading There’s a cost.
Humans are odd creatures. We deliberately make bad choices. We deliberately act against our sown elf-interest. We know what the better choices are, we know the discomfort of abandoning our self-destructive and harmful behaviours is manageable and yet, we persist in proceeding down dead-end paths. Addictions, neuroses, negative thoughts, and negative acts abound. We set…… Continue reading We’re odd little creatures – a few thoughts.