Season L
Seasons, Seasons, Seasons. Folks, we elected a man who couldn't eat at a lunch counter in the South 40+ years ago as President. We're witnessing the bankruptcy of a nation who has enjoyed so much wealth. The complexities of life all boil down to the concept of seasons and cyclicality.
As the winter wanes, and makes way for Spring, I find myself dealing with the Mother of all personal emotional cycles. Not joy or pain, but that four letter word that begins with L.
L is a funny thing. Over the years, I have had personal struggles of receiving and giving to her. I have denied her existence at times, and been forced to recognize her power at others. I'm still not convinced that she is good or evil, I've settled on the conclusion that she can be either. I'm not sure what she means when she tells me it's ok to be with her, doing so is a test of my faith and exposes my vulnerabilities. I sometimes desire to change L, and other times realize that to be with her is to let her be free. If L were a painting, she would be an abstract piece, one that doesn't conform to any of Pythagoram's theories. Therefore, I have never been able to understand her using the scientific method. She evolves in real time.
I asked my professor of entrepreneurship, Dr. Haeberle once. "What is more important in life, L or money?" Dr. Haeberle paused and said "Malcolm, that's a philosophical question. L has been called the poetry of life, and I don't know about you, but what would life be like without poetry?"
So, my friends, I'm not sure how long this season will last, but it sure is better than watching everybody else eating at the counter from outside.
As the winter wanes, and makes way for Spring, I find myself dealing with the Mother of all personal emotional cycles. Not joy or pain, but that four letter word that begins with L.
L is a funny thing. Over the years, I have had personal struggles of receiving and giving to her. I have denied her existence at times, and been forced to recognize her power at others. I'm still not convinced that she is good or evil, I've settled on the conclusion that she can be either. I'm not sure what she means when she tells me it's ok to be with her, doing so is a test of my faith and exposes my vulnerabilities. I sometimes desire to change L, and other times realize that to be with her is to let her be free. If L were a painting, she would be an abstract piece, one that doesn't conform to any of Pythagoram's theories. Therefore, I have never been able to understand her using the scientific method. She evolves in real time.
I asked my professor of entrepreneurship, Dr. Haeberle once. "What is more important in life, L or money?" Dr. Haeberle paused and said "Malcolm, that's a philosophical question. L has been called the poetry of life, and I don't know about you, but what would life be like without poetry?"
So, my friends, I'm not sure how long this season will last, but it sure is better than watching everybody else eating at the counter from outside.
posted by Malcolm Sykes @ 3:07 PM
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