At times, life feels something like this photo of an oft-used telephone pole…depending where we are in our journey, we post a bill telling the world that something or someone is important to us, but then later it gets removed, or maybe stapled over in favor of a new thing. All those lonely staples, they represent whatever mattered enough at the moment, right? This sounds harsh, perhaps, but I don’t mean it that way. There is a sadness to it, I suppose. But it seems to be the way of life, always searching for what is worthy of putting on marquee for all of the world to see.
And that would be my philosophical musing for today.
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Ron // April 15, 2008 at 2:29 am
A twist on “Eleanor Rigby” comes to mind: “All the lonely [staples], where do they all come from?”