May. In Portland. Tick and tock boy I used to hate the click. Oops, of course I meant clock but actually click works, too.
Days run 24 hours and they run daily…having been run over by a truck I know how “no shit” that sounds but lemme roll with my thoughts on time for a second (haha…SEE?) and I bet you’ll have a thought or 50, too.
I promise to lay off the “too” word, too.
There are a lot of people in this world and more and more in my sphere or the PDX sphere, rather that I run into. Not actually RUN into but our paths cross walking from here to there, catching the bus or train. Even grabbing a jet to get you there? People join on their way there.
Do you care? Do you get disappointed by the attention lacking or bones tired from packing? How about how you got your hair fixed or forgot to fix but certainly are reminded of the moment your eyes spy a similar looking man or woman right in front of you? And do they notice you back?
Who knows? Oh people know many things. Like the things you know that they MUST notice: your hair, eyes, smile..maybe that Kate or Jack Spade piece? Or how about your frustration, degradation, anticipation? Or as you actually suspect, everyone is doing and going so far, so fast with such an agenda they don’t know shit.
Act like shits? Oh yes, that behavior is easy to see but I find that ADMITTING my own shitty way of acting is super tough. My shitty thinking? WORSE to perceive and even worse to understand and EVEN WORSE to prevent.
“Why should I care?” is a common problem thought that flies around my mind. “Who the fuck are these people, totally in my way, with nothing to do but look at and judge me and….” Oh wait. That’s me I’m thinking about. Ugh. Stupid thoughts, leave me alone I didn’t need you back.
But there is the clearest, most appropriate thought I’ve had yet. When I have thoughts on/about/over other people, somehow these thoughts always seem genuine or deserved. I mean I’m a “good” person, been through a lot, worked my way through days of no days of sleep, gallons of coffee and whiskey, waking up late for work, in a hospital, with too much to do and whoa, too may toos to type. LOL.
The above is a friend in a photo taken with and by a friend who is also in the photo.
Anyway. But I am not alone…sorry, “WE” are not alone (as you can see). Call it an it, a him or her, a “Him” or the grand old “HP.” No one is alone in this world. They, we…shit, I may act like it but not true. I see other souls across the street, the state, the room or the moments who are right here or there with me. And you. And, yes, you too. Grrrrr.
So, my daily prayer, practice and priority is peace. Not so much a “piece” of someone (though it happens, at least the thought does). PEACE.
1.freedom from disturbance; quiet and tranquility…”you can while away an hour or two in peace and seclusion.”
synonyms: tranquility, calm, restfulness, peace and quiet, peacefulness, quiet, quietness; antonyms: noise
mental calm; serenity.
“the peace of mind this insurance gives you”
synonyms: serenity, peacefulness, tranquility, equanimity, calm, calmness, composure, ease, contentment, contentedness
antonyms: agitation, distress
2.freedom from or the cessation of war or violence.
“the Straits were to be open to warships in time of peace”
synonyms: law and order, lawfulness, order, peacefulness, peaceableness, harmony, nonviolence; formalconcord
“we pray for peace.”
Between you and I. Between the guy I dislike (not pictured, by the way!) & myself and the gals who are so self-contained or self-controlled that I’m either envious or angry and usually a bit of all the above in about 2 seconds.
Time. To accept and appreciate everyone, even guys or gals I don’t like. Or know. Or touch. Or taste. We all have a lot going on but at least we have something everyday that no one can take or turn me away from. Time.
What are you going to do with your time now? Or now? Or how about….ya see?
Riddle me this and better yet answer me that. What are you doing with your time right now, making someone happy to enjoy every second they got to give you back?