You know how they say enthusiasm is contagious? Well, it’s true. And people do want to partake, because in this world full of disillusions, one things that we can’t have enough is enthusiasm.
I was turning memories around the other day, to get a better grasp of things and, maybe, elicit some new take on where to go from here; I remembered this… let’s say “conversation”, that I had recently with someone who doesn’t know me very well, but claims to have seen the likes of me before. It was a talk about how people come to this place “bright eyed and bushy tailed”, and how the place takes them down. The analogy was cute, I could see myself as this perky squirrel, jumping from one tree to the next in search for better nuts.. or at least for other nuts like me who could ,at least, understand what I’m doing.. It seems to me that I found the nuts, though, even more than I care for. I would gladly share, but as a great humanitarian that I try to be, I’ll spare you this crop! If for nothing else, at least for the peace of mind it gives me knowing they are contained in one place, and not likely to escape any time soon! I can’t imagine my nuts rolling toward you… I’m not sure that you will survive. I guess, in a way, that makes me the nut holder! Or you may know me as the bushy tail. Not so much as the bright eyed anymore, though, as my glare seems to be too intense for some…but I master that one too, once in a while.
It certainly put things in perspective this little talk… It was 40 min monologue, with my polite nodding, that ended with my surprised gazed at the time…it took the whole routine though to walk the talker out. But since the day was gone, my patience asleep, and the weather as hot as always, the conclusion of it all flew past me…didn’t see which way it went, didn’t really care at the time.
I did remember listening to the waves so many times, and each time finding comfort in the story they tell me. A story just for my soul, tailored just for whatever the answer is that I seek. It’s always a happy ending. It’s always in a soothing tone. It’s always there if you want to listen. And it dawned on me: I’ll podcast the sound of the waves, play it softly in the building for a few days, and see if the sharp claws pull back in. Nature is the strongest of all medicines; who knows? Maybe the nuts will become ripe, just enough for me to pick their core, so I don’t have to break my teeth in their rock hard shell anymore! That way my long, sharp, chisel teeth can take a rest, and my sweet talking can become communication at its best.
I might be wrong though, and all the nuts might just get so stressed, they might pop right open. In which case, I’ll watch my step so I don’t prick my toes, and just enjoy the cores! It would still be a feast! I could even vodcast it for all eternity, but I’m not sure how ethical that would be, or how it might fit under humanitarian…but, then again, I’m only human!
I’m leaving the chair out for you! Have a seat and have some therapy. You know you need it…if not today, then whenever, at least you know it’ll be here for you. From my sanity to yours, with care! Enjoy!