Out of the Basement

Sleep well  tonight ... With all your problems solved, the only sleep that's robbed... is mostly mine. But I won't opine; it's pointless to carry on, with this charade that mostly calls you deeper into you while I stay behind. It's not that I'm really bothered by  the haunts that chase my soul, but more so that I'd rather say just go... Yet that leads to no, in most cases you return... With a brand new fire to burn... and your singular concerns while mine grow colder. But you didn't know? That I might have a few... Some angst need be pursued? but once again postponed... to deal with things that mostly bother you. Aren't I a gem? Always stepping up, to help sweeten bitter cups for those too discouraged to drink themselves. Such a great guy... To sacrifice for love or whatever it's called when all that's wasted is yourself.

I had lunch with my wife and a wonderful young couple today! The food was pleasant but the company was infinitely greater... at some point the conversation turned to the far off and future and I posed the statement, "life is in the journey, not the destination!" I truly believe that but still find it a hard axiom to live out. Even at my age, I am still compelled to look into the days ahead to find some nondescript pivot point to fix my gaze on only to determine that actually getting to the place is how/where the lessons are learned. I have determined that I am not the first, nor will I be the last to ponder this thought, but I do find it curious that I often stop and reassess my direction usually from a location past and not future...why is this? I think it is because we, at least in our hearts, want to enjoy the ride as much as our imagination's long for where the ride leads us to... the memories live on long after we have packed away our travel bag. Throughout most