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Thursday, October 11, 2012

Feeling the Burn but Keeping it Positive

To deny the human pains of living is as delusional as some hypochondriases. One exaggerates the importance of things .... the other trivializes that importance.

A youngster in song writes: "It's gonna be a long, lonesome Summer. But Darling I'll tell you this. I'll send you all my love. Every Day in a letter. Sealed with a Kiss."

Thinking positively all the time (Gotta love that Cancer) is as delusional as some pessimisms. One trivializes the importance of pains ... the other replaces life with them.

I suspect it is true of many elections (but I'm caught up in the hype about the American one) that more than half the people will be disappointed in the results and caught up in negativity for times bracketing the election on each side. Maybe 4 out of 9 will be disheartened that their candidate has lost and another 1 or more of 9 that their candidate who they weren't pleased with to begin with won.

Negativity is a well that remains dry even after the rainy Season. It bears little resemblance to Realism and the Fourth Quarter has no shortage of Players who have ended the game. I often conjure up the image of a person rising in a theater and announcing midway through the Second Act that the performance is over. 'Please, finish your popcorn and leave your seats quietly. I'm sending the Cast back to their Homes.'

The Fourth Quarter is chocked full of excuses to do so. Parents are gone ... maybe half the cousins, siblings and friends, too ... and children and betimes grandchildren no longer bear the patina of immortality. If one is somewhere in the midst of a normal health curve, the spine begins to speak in the language of collapse and arthritis ... sleep is not that idealized uninterrupted kind .... and there is some evidence of neuropathy that prevents vigorous signals from reaching the ends of some limbs yielding a sense of numbness. ... One could go on. My own arrhythmias intrude on longstanding habits and hobbies and my Thyroid has tired of its task ... Yuch.

And if one is fortunate to still have a partner, the probability of one getting caught in negativity may be as much as doubled.

To the Negativist, the future is fraught with not only danger but the certainty of disaster. Not only will the election be lost but the entire World Order will change ... and to the iconoclast who votes for the candidate that is never going to win, there already has been a broad denial that incremental change is possible in a direction that will bring them a portion of joy, gratitude and peace. Ethics of the Fathers has it: Who is the fortunate one? That person who feels gratitude for their share in life.

Going to drive 330 miles to visit two of our grandchildren ... the two who live at a distance. At 8 and 11, they'll be waiting at a window, smiling when they receive a cell phone call that we've exited the highway. ... like puppies wagging their tails with glee. The election will wait and so will any visions that include the warnings to the attendees that the sky is falling or the performance is over.

Gunther Dog joined the chorus, last night. He has begun to snore.





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