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Smile-breaks

Life. . .

     Whoa! That's a big topic! What made me think I could handle that? Maybe because I deal with it every day? Just like you? I don't always do so well but I've had time to learn from what happened or what I've done; sometimes I've even been able to fix it—sort of. I say "sort of" because if you've done something less than elegant you can't really erase it; you can only smudge the edges a little.

     Life. There's family; there's work; and then there's the Big You. Which should be the little you but keeps rearing its head and taking over no matter how many times you try to put it in its place. Sorry. I'm talking riddles.

     Here's the story: there once was a kid who grew up. You with me so far? The kid thought life was one big bubble of happiness and whenever something pricked that bubble, the kid figured out why that was a good thing, or if it really wasn't, the kid thought and thought until she came up with some good that would come out of the pricking of the bubble. And then she would run around telling everyone to cheer up, cheer up; everything's going to be okay. In fact, it's going to be better!

     Time did what it always does: it flew by. The kid grew up, got married, had three sons and a daughter and seven grandchildren—not all at once. The Internet arrived; the world got smaller; the news got bigger and closer and filled with tragedies. It was harder to find what good would result…

     Where am I going? What am I doing? This is supposed to be a light commentary on everyday stuff like power outages and road closures and texting and taking the wrong freeway. But then that's life, too. And we deal with it. It's the big stuff I'm talking about now.

     What is my purpose? What is your purpose? Why are we here? How come we're never quite sure about our purpose, so we go off to do the laundry or weed the garden or drive in to work? But maybe that's our purpose: to do the laundry, weed the garden and drive in to work. Why? I guess it's to have clean clothes and a tidy garden and pay taxes…

     Oh, my. I'm going nowhere. Let's get back to basics. The basic is family, right? So maybe I'm here for my family's benefit. They might not agree. Then again, they might… How do you know you're doing the right thing when it comes to family? The only answer I've ever figured out is—you don't. So you just keep doing what you're doing until something happens and you ask yourself, "Why in heck are you doing that?" or your daughter, out of the blue, says, "Thanks, Mom!"

     What else? Life. It comes and goes. We're stuck with it for decades and then poof! It's gone. Hopefully it's not really gone; it just disappears from the earth and floats up to a better place where purpose is taken for granted and you always do the right thing. And all your friends and family are there, waiting for you—the ones that got there before you, anyway. You'll have to wait for the others.

     But they're here now, aren't they? So what am I doing, sitting here in front of a computer talking about all this? I'd better get off my duff and go join them or send them an e-mail or give them a call. Life… it is what it is. That's all I have to say about it.

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