(An Irrevelent Rant of An Ambiguous Old Man)...

(An Irrevelent Rant of An Ambiguous Old Man)...Today at the insistence of the Doctor's involved I must step away from my comfort Zone, and for a moment I must entertain that cliff that is spoken so eloquently by my friend.  I will make the drive in the rain, the cold, the sleet as if there is some golden elixir awaits me.  Shall I subject myself to the pain and suffering  of humanity driven in search of tomorrow, or shall I enjoy myself as I prepare myself to take my place in that enormous caravan that silently moves across the land?  The peddlers of false hope have done so much damage, they distress me and for that reason  we are often unable to accept the reality of life's situations.   In the face of adversity we are conditioned to cry  and beg for a little more time to live our fragile life, to feel the coolness of the wind upon our brow, to correct the wrongs we have done, yet in a 'whiff' we are gone.   For no man knows what tomorrow will bring, for we are left to gamble.

The grassy fields behind the old house was the place where many memories were born.  The fruit trees that once lined the now overgrown hedgerows seems to have left their own indelible mark.   The chicken shed is still standing but the old car shed is gone.  The old house still stands, slightly modified but more than seventy years old.  This morning I am walking the land that stretch from the great red dirt hill where my grandmother once lived, the hill that has been sold to outsiders, to the hill in the valley where the church now stand.  It is sad, it is pathetic what has transpired over the last few years to this once proud land, to this once proud church.  Then again, everything must die in order to be reborn.

And when that tomorrow began without me will you cry for me or will you cry because you miss me? Cry not for me my friend, rather cry for those moments that we cast aside so lightly.  Cry loudly for the man in the mirror, maybe he will hear you and change his ways.