There are some truths that I believe are universally spoken. Some facts that cannot be questioned. Some theories that may never have answers. Yet they remain. Etched into our lives, into the very fabric of our existence, stories and feelings that cannot be untold or undone. How do you know a good friend from a bad one? How does love feel? If it was a flavor, what would it taste like? Is there a God, an almighty being that has made heaven and earth for His children. Is faith something that can be explained, or something that is simple being followed? Is the innocence of youth still as sacred as it used to be? Why is the sky blue? Why do thunder and lightning compete for attention? What is courage really?
Okay, the sky is blue because it is the less blah blah blah of the colour spectrum, the sun shines blah blah blah, there’s the answer. Why is the sky blue, cause it is! Nature tells us so!
Is a good friend the one who is there when you go out, the one who is buying you shooters and getting you plastered, or is it the friend that will push their problems aside and rush to your aid when you need them? Is it a combination of both? I was watching a Tyler Perry movie just the other day, and the thing that struck me about the friends were, that despite all the problems and dramas in their own lives, they would get together and go see the one friend that is really in pain. They will put their worries aside and aid their sister. Are those true friends?
I think that love would taste like candy-floss! Don’t ask me why, but I do believe it. Pink candy-floss. It reminds me so much of the happiest times of my life, surrounded by those close to me, sticky fingers and a bag of not-so-slowly deflating candy-floss! It tastes like the sweetest sugar, you know, that kind of sweet that is just below sickeningly sweet. It’s that sweet that you can devour tons of, and enjoy being ill afterwards? What does love feel like? To me, that’s easy. It’s the instant relief from pain when your mom kisses your ouchie when you were young. A kiss from mom made all the pain go away, there is a warm feeling inside you, something that makes you realize that you are special and appreciated!
I will leave the argument about God for you, Mr/Miss/Mrs Reader, it is a topic that will last for the remainder of the human species’ existence! I really do hope that a solid conclusion is never reached on this topic, as it would take all the fun out of it!
Faith however is something that I will delve into. Faith is that untouched and underestimated emotion/human condition/best thing about us! Faith is what we have when we put a letter in the mail and know that it will get to where it needs to go. Faith is something that makes you believe in something that you cannot see, cannot touch and cannot taste. It is the driving force behind religion, about sci-fi fanatics, conspiracy theorists. It is the believe, beyond all proof and evidence, that something is the way you believe it is.
My niece is such a young person, so naive in her thinking, so impressionable, so endearing! I love her with everything in me, but this is where my dilemma beings. At what age do children stop being children? Has technology hampered their emotional growth, their social skills. Has the BlackBerry become a substitute for being able to hold a conversation verbally? The correct use of spelling and grammar? Has laughing with friends been reduced to nothing other than a “lol”! With babies that now poop, cry, sneeze and pee, has imagination become something of a unnecessary ability. When did humanity decide that a child no longer has to imagine any sort of world around them, a world of their own making and adjustment? I do not know if my niece will be able imagine that the doll from 30 years ago is alive, and needs her attention, she prefers the doll that prompts activity. Are children just exposed to too much of the adult work at a young age? Is it fair to keep them inside a hygienic bubble and allow them to suffer once you are gone with colds and flu?
Thunder and lightning is another one of those blah blah blah moments (please see blue sky point 1). There is some scientific reason for the noise, but to hell if I am going to get into that now! It’s a scary noise regardless, I don’t like it!
Courage. What is courage? Can it be measured? Does it have a certain characteristic? Is the woman who walks across the road courageous? Or every man, woman and child getting into a big ass metal bird and flying across the world? Is that not courage? This is what I think courage is, among MANY things to be sure, but this is the best example: The graphic designer that gets a poster for a movie called “Arial” sets out all the type and copy in Verdana, that is a courageous person! Sticking to your guns and doing what you know is right when the moment comes, and not backing down. Doing what you must do, regardless of the circumstance. That’s courage!
Well readers of the not so constant blog! Thank you for your time, and please feel free to comment, or tweet me or whatever tickles your fancy!
Be good!
Ray
