*** walk it out ***So, how far off the mark was Forrest when he quoted his mother, "Life is like a box of chocolates"?
Unless you're allergic to nuts...(and, you know, I might be onto something there ;)...you can always find some sweetness in the bite you've taken.
Life is essentially good.
It may be, rather IS, a potluck, a luck-of-the-draw set of laws that organize our lives, but there is always some good to be found in what we pull from the pot.
Those of us who have been lied to enough, know...
We know we are vulnerable to attack, we know we are gullible to an extent, but no one knows like we do what that vulnerability, that potential gullibility means. We expect, we believe, and we are seeking honesty in our interactions with the human race. Lied to enough...that is not only an "about me", but a definition of who I truly find myself to be.
Life is a gift, simply put. Thank God for the good things, and that the good things abound: good family, good friends, good jokes, and good moments.
No one, but you, can deny those things; they are eternal and omnipresent; they are manisfestations of His will. What kind of way would be found around that?
Man brings misery upon himself; brings heartache and distance and hate...Man, however, has a twofold gift. Prestidigitator that He has made us-as each of us one made in His image-the tremendous, the wonderful is always
within our reach. Grace is always within grasp.
Savor the sugar in the steps you take, however slight the fraction overall. Love it. Concentrate your contemplations on the sweetness of the decisions you make, and the paths you have chosen, and their outcomes, ultimately, whatever they may be, will be no less divine.
On a note less rooted in reality, let me take you on a trip...one that illustrates, if only through license, the stranger points of the life I live:
"SO THERE I WAS..."
Ever wonder where those fake factoid sheets you see at the grocery check-out get their "news"?
I mean, if Elvis really was a transvestite rottweiler disguised as a greaser android beamed to the earth in the year 2099 by the alien nation of XC23rYt who time traveled to the 1950s to set the trends for American rock....well, id feel it my civic duty to salute the genius responsible for the expose, wouldn't you?
On that note, its my sincere pleasure to report that the mystery may well be on its way to being solved. In fact, the favorite source of such paragons of journalistic ethics and moral fortitude turns out to have been none other than a personal acquaintance of mine. And has been for years! Imagine that?!? And I never knew.
Talk about doubletake! All said and done, it felt like id been teleported to the set of a low-budget spoof with a gender-bending Clark Kent/Superman twist and triple-X overtones. Perhaps I should explain,,,but, first, please put your hands (paws, tentacles...talons, whatever...you know who you are) together for...(drum roll, please) that most imfamous patroness of the Spartanburg police department…, that diabolocal backwoods femme-fatale of legendary ill-repute…, that-oh, you've guessed it? Whoa! Quicker than me, I've gotta hand it to you (all). Afterall, it took me YEARS to crack this one (no pun intended). The-sad-truth be told. (As it must).
You may be asking, and rightly so, how it is that I, a mere mortal (A.lso K.nown A.s in certain circles as The Walking Paycheck) have been so blessed as to personally unmask the National Enquirer's top stoolie. Well, you see, it went a little something like this:
I hate you. Hate you! HATE YOU, HATE YOU, HATE YOU!!! You @$%*^&! (NOTE: dramatization has been edited for needless, neverending obscenities such as occurred in realtime). YOU SLEPT WITH MY SISTER!!!!
??????? But, I never did / never would / never did it cross my mind / (inner dialogue: BUT, now that it has…….EWWW!! Mommy, make it go away! Make the bad lady stop!!)
Yes, you did!! You did, you did, you did!!!
No, I don't have any pictures-
No, I don't have any proof-
No, I don't have a straight story-
BUT, BUT, I DO have the word of a woman known by the court to have lied more than once while under oath AND she came complete with a criminal record AND multiple drug problems!! You know, its called a big fat LIE! So, HA! Bet you don't have one of those! Youre just jealous, afterall what more do you need to extort outrageous sums of money from a working stiff and kidnap his kids??? Ha, HA! Got you there-
And THAT "ladies" and "gentlemen" is, in a nutshell, when it all clicked. 'Twas Sister-In-Law and no other! And so, I submit, for your contemplation, this evening's sojourn into (cue eerie music) The English Zone…
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