There is no such thing as a level playing field. Relativity is your station in life. In every aspect of living, you are relatively better off or worse off than your fellow human being, and this continuously cycles from one to the other, keeping you stuck in a competitive game of offense and defense, your self-preservation dependent upon your continued gamesmanship. You play to win or draw even; or give up and become somebody’s roadkill.
Category: Musings
Camouflaged impressions
I’ve noticed that nothing is what it seems, and that I’m never too old to be fooled by something or someone. Never fully trust a first impression, nor any subsequent impressions for that matter. There is always something you’re not aware of, maybe the unpleasant surprise waiting for you, camouflaged with impressions.
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The F-word
With increasing frequency, I’m noticing that the “F-word” is replacing “making love” in our personal conversations, social media, books, and films. What does this say about our changing attitudes toward intimacy?
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Temptation
Social media question (paraphrased):
Original sin does not make sense. Eating the fruit would have enlightened Adam and Eve as to what was good and bad. How could they have known it was bad to disobey God, before taking a bite of the fruit?
My metaphorical response:
Adam and Eve are like children, who don’t yet comprehend the consequences of not listening to one’s father. Alternatively, we could view them as naive, inexperienced adults, indifferent to an authority’s warning about a risk or potential danger. For example, without the physical experience of being burned, the warning against playing with matches often goes in one ear and out the other.
The myth of closure
Often, as a writer, I allow a story to drift off into the void, with no definitive conclusion, resolution, or insight. Life is like that much of the time, a smudge of situations overlapping one another in the same time and space, with no obvious dividing lines between anything, no endings – not unless I create them through various self-deceptions. But even then, the unfinished business of things continue to haunt me, well beyond the artificial endings I’ve given them.
Notes from David 