Here Comes The Sun...... Another opportunity....
To see the same ole same ole things, people, places we so dearly love......
On toppa that..... new stuff. Yes, old dog, new stuff.
Delight in today. Tomorrow ain't promised. Interactions with those ya commonly interact with... allow your face to smile in remembrance of the long line of moments in the past. Find joy that ya had 'em, and... long, look forward to many, many more. If we're lucky that is.
The ones ya ain't never met....... They tick. Have, still do. Find out why and what makes 'em tick. Nice smile? Learn about 'em. See if you can cipher from their past how those smiles arrived there. What is it, just what is it, that allows this person to broadcast that smile - when, ya know they've been thru much of the same poop you have. IE, times of no money. Loss of a loved one. Physical pain, hurt, agony, affliction.
S'more on them new ones in your life.....
They been divorced? Did they grow up in the Father Knows Best intact family consisting of mom, dad, you, siblings? Or, did Dad strike out, depart, thus, their mom worked two jobs to make ends meet - mebbe they shared a bedroom growing up with two other sibs... Maybe mom divorced, remarried, the kids stayed with dad.. TBC
Mebbe their grands raised 'em? Or, an Aunt & Uncle, or, a combo of the above.... What were their neighborhoods like... Did they generate their own dough, or, worked for an allowance, were (with well intent) given much, and they still turned out ok?
What kinda interests do they have? Athletic? Into music? Introvert? Extrovert? All people are interesting - does it take more (or less) to eek out exactly what makes em tick? Is their pace tick-tick-tick-tick........ or, more laid back... yep....... yep.......yep...... let's think, talk about it.
Every day is for learning so Let It Be one, right Paul? Mother Mary?
Shake it up baby..... drive a different way. Slap on that Hawaiian shirt that always draws fun comments, looks.
Go thru your contact list on your phone. (JoJo, Eleanor, Rocky, Michelle, Lucy, Dr. Robert, Billy Shears, Prudence, Madonna, yada) "Well, ain't talked to that one in awhile...." Ring, ring. Text, text.
Come together........ that fairly frequently invite you always turn down. Go, do. Smiles, memories of yesterday will be conjured up, a promise.
Help? Ask for it. Ya worry about doing that? Put that shoe on the other foot. If someone, a good buddy, asked you...... I'm quite certain you'd go, consent, help "In a heartbeat."
All you need is love. That's a pretty good ingredient for every recipe ain't it?
Get back......... occasionally, 'go home', even if only with your eyes closed. Where do you remember hopping from, climbing up, jumping over, and with who - as a kid.
Close your eyes (but don't worry, I won't kiss you) and try to recall teachers... coaches... scoutmasters, Sunday School teachers... things they said, lessons they tought - that still accompany you, your 'file cabinet' up there.
Blackbird.......... and rabbits, squirrrels, horses, donkeys, goats, cows, raccoons. Get with the grands, make a list. Take a trip down The Long and Winding Road, see how many they can see, cross off. Not a bad Day Tripper idea if I do say so myself.
Something....... in every day makes it special. Here, There, Everywhere.
Quarrel? Quandary? OMG I can't believe he, she, said that. Just Walk Away Rene. Victor, that ain't the Beatles. I know, but it works. We Can Work It Out. Life. Is. Too. Short.
Let's go. I feel fine. Baby? You can drive my car. Here's $20 for gas, I ain't sittin' at home like a real Nowhere Man.
Martha My Dear, we're way done past that "When I'm 64" crap. Git 'em up, move em out. All ya gotta do (to have fun) is Act Naturally.
Tune in tomorrow... or hell, could be a week or two.. I'm slowin' down, can't do Eight Days A Week anymore........ We may take a gander at Sir Mick and good ole Keith Richards and crew.
We, those of us blessed to be old, might have ta remind them youngins, "I hate when old people tell me what to do, BUT, You Can't Always Get What You Want."
But, if you try sometime you'll find you get what you need.
By Henry The Horse Gibson Guitar
Love, Victurd
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