Your 35 bus scenario hooked me in immediately . All of your anecdotal references resonated so much and thank you for the review of Prudencia as am going on Tuesday
Dearest Jo, thanks for your lovely article. Strangely, I had just written the comment below moments before reading your utterance here. However, it seemed apt to use it as an instant reply here. Och, I know it's a bit 'cart before the horse' but I'm OK with that if you are....
"If only our loved ones, who have passed away could still be around to experience things going wrong... wouldn't that be wonderful, we wouldn't be complaining then! Would we?
We must be grateful for having the opportunity to experience the world with all its imperfections and faults unlike our departed dearly beloved.
The universe gave us nothing except our existence and that too it will take away. We have roughly on average 4000 weeks to pay attention to the quality of our experience of our existence, so why complain about any of it if you're not going to attend to making it work as best we can?
Nothing is ever perfect, including ourselves and all the myriad of things we do, or try to do, we haven't enough time for that to be so. So embrace the imperfect, the failed and the broken, know that things will go wrong, awry, and not meet our expectations, we are all vulnerable to this, accepting these downs as well as the ups, is to live our lives more wholeheartedly. However, take comfort that you are not alone in that, because we are all in this together."
I just read this and thought to share it here as follow up to my previous comment. Naturally, the bard pens beautifully the truth that it's love and rembrance that wins over death.
Sonnet 30: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
By William Shakespeare
"When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unus'd to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
Success to all the storytellers out there . May your joy be heard
Your 35 bus scenario hooked me in immediately . All of your anecdotal references resonated so much and thank you for the review of Prudencia as am going on Tuesday
Dearest Jo, thanks for your lovely article. Strangely, I had just written the comment below moments before reading your utterance here. However, it seemed apt to use it as an instant reply here. Och, I know it's a bit 'cart before the horse' but I'm OK with that if you are....
"If only our loved ones, who have passed away could still be around to experience things going wrong... wouldn't that be wonderful, we wouldn't be complaining then! Would we?
We must be grateful for having the opportunity to experience the world with all its imperfections and faults unlike our departed dearly beloved.
The universe gave us nothing except our existence and that too it will take away. We have roughly on average 4000 weeks to pay attention to the quality of our experience of our existence, so why complain about any of it if you're not going to attend to making it work as best we can?
Nothing is ever perfect, including ourselves and all the myriad of things we do, or try to do, we haven't enough time for that to be so. So embrace the imperfect, the failed and the broken, know that things will go wrong, awry, and not meet our expectations, we are all vulnerable to this, accepting these downs as well as the ups, is to live our lives more wholeheartedly. However, take comfort that you are not alone in that, because we are all in this together."
Kind regards
Ray X
I just read this and thought to share it here as follow up to my previous comment. Naturally, the bard pens beautifully the truth that it's love and rembrance that wins over death.
Sonnet 30: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
By William Shakespeare
"When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unus'd to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
And moan th' expense of many a vanish'd sight;
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor'd, and sorrows end."