sometimes i wonder...
what would life be like if our knees bent the other way? i'm not the first one to think this, i'm sure. but just think about it. what would chairs look like? there sure wouldn't be any statues around of people thinking with their elbow rested on their knee. i like to think about these things sometimes.
i like simple questions that really have no answer. they make life make a little more sense, especially when there aren't any other answers coming along. thankfully, i've had some answers recently -- and to some pretty big questions. all i know is that i'm going with the flow, and right now the flow is headed west, to vancouver.
it's monumenal. momentus. magnificent.
but what if it doesn't work out? believe me... i've asked myself that more times than i can remember. what if? indeed.
i can't predict the future. sometimes, i can barely keep up with the present. but that's alright. i'm trying and, at least right now, that's good enough. in fact, it's better than enough. it's perfect.
posted by Paul Keetch @ 7:53 p.m.
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No such thing as "doesn't work out." It always works out. Sometimes we like the outcome, sometimes we don't. Sometimes we spend a lifetime at it, sometimes just a few years, maybe a day or two. The trick is to try it all; live every day so that you have a something to end when it's all over (gee, my son taught me that); have something that you are always pursuing and reaching for. I know this guy who sang when he was six months, swam when he was one, biked when he was two, climbed when he was three, taught when he was four, read when he was five, skiied when he was six, motorcycled when he was seven, skateboarded when he was eight, bmxed when he was nine, skateboarded on ramps when he was ten, found a maturity beyond his teacher when he was eleven, excelled in school when he was twelve, graduated with honours when he was thirteen, water skiied when he was fourteen, acted when he was fifteen, swam with the dolphins when he was sixteen, golfed when he was seventeen, made his own home when he was eighteen, rock-climbed when he was nineteen......need I say more? Now, he is thirty-one and beginning yet another adventure of growth and skill and fun. He has always lived his life - and it has always worked out.
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