I look at the ivy clutching the brick and stone walls on the houses in Brooklyn Heights and think, this is how humans cling to hope. Even a heavy rain won't wash the clingy vines off, in fact the water will only serve to help it grow.
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Be Afraid And Do It Anyway
Okay, I can't take credit for that phrase...I saw/heard Oprah say it on a YouTube clip during one of my many sleepless nights. Be Afraid And Do It Anyway. That is the theme of this blog. In general. I tend to trail off the subject at hand so that is why I add the disclaimer. Like right now, I need to interrupt to let you know I just saw the freakiest thing a few minutes ago. It really affected me on a deep level.
A giant fly was buzzing loudly and spinning in a wild flight around the mini-Tiffany lamp hanging from the ceiling right above my desk. Well it's not really my desk, but the desk of the house in which I am living with friends temporarily...but that is another story. You see now why I say "in general". So anyywayyeee....what was I saying? Oh yeah, the fly. The fly freaked out, a screaming buzz. Like he or she (couldn't catch it to confirm the sex, not that I would know how to confirm a fly's sex) was trying to tell me something. It was too late either way. Just as I thought I might decipher some cryptic message from another dimension...the fly plummeted down it's final descent into the corner of the windowsill. Still buzzing all the way down. I wonder if that's what all flies do before they die. Have one last coked out crazy hurrah around a light bulb or wherever they happen to be when the grim reaper of insects comes calling.
Which brings me back to the theme of this blog. Perhaps what just happened was a sign, because that is what a successful life should be. To allow ourselves to be blinded by the light before we check out. To fearlessly scream with joy as we reach dangerously too close to the bright spot. Too close to a sun that can burn us and render us vision less. Don't aim. Just fire. Have faith in the fog.
A giant fly was buzzing loudly and spinning in a wild flight around the mini-Tiffany lamp hanging from the ceiling right above my desk. Well it's not really my desk, but the desk of the house in which I am living with friends temporarily...but that is another story. You see now why I say "in general". So anyywayyeee....what was I saying? Oh yeah, the fly. The fly freaked out, a screaming buzz. Like he or she (couldn't catch it to confirm the sex, not that I would know how to confirm a fly's sex) was trying to tell me something. It was too late either way. Just as I thought I might decipher some cryptic message from another dimension...the fly plummeted down it's final descent into the corner of the windowsill. Still buzzing all the way down. I wonder if that's what all flies do before they die. Have one last coked out crazy hurrah around a light bulb or wherever they happen to be when the grim reaper of insects comes calling.
Which brings me back to the theme of this blog. Perhaps what just happened was a sign, because that is what a successful life should be. To allow ourselves to be blinded by the light before we check out. To fearlessly scream with joy as we reach dangerously too close to the bright spot. Too close to a sun that can burn us and render us vision less. Don't aim. Just fire. Have faith in the fog.
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