I'm a lifeaholic. Uh huh, am. That.
Ohhh joy, here he goes again... where's he going with this one?
Simply, not so simple - an expression, appreciation and a love for life.
I ain't real sure if anyone drives, rides on roads that ain't got, nor ever get, potholes.. Smooth as slate? Sure, until they need to repave it. See them white lines grandpa? NO, as a matter a fact I don't. Just a baby respite until the State Highway Department comes along, slows ya down along the way, sprays NEW white lines.. it's kinda windy, yes, a tad gets on yer brand spankin' new F-150.
Point being Victor?
I could never make it living in Nassau.... or on, in a real nifty condo atop the city's tallest 'scraper.
Give me your head with hair...... NO, THAT AIN'T IT! Well, yet anyways.
It's more.......... give me Winter, Spring Summer and Fall.... potholes, construction zones, Friday night lights.. kids playing, laughing, running at the Park - with an occasional pushing, or being pushed down - to learn, all about that... and that it happens in life.. but, we learn NOT to push folks down.. NOT to sit there and watch if/when someone gets pushed down, and NOT, to allow yourself to be that person always getting up from being pushed down.
I don't mind if a dog poops in my yard... I keep a Band-Aid in my billfold just in case a mom (or a dad) needs one for their little Tigger. Happens. As does, do colds, blisters, tummy aches, happy, sad, mad, thankful, elation.. even lonely teardrops. Mix all them 'gredients up momma, gimme a nice sip'a life. Yeah, that's what I'm talking about.
The ability to see (and feel) all expressions in life. Mebbe if we didn't have tears we wouldn't have rivers... or, gosh darn, what if we lived a life without smile - would we never have wrinkles? No thank you, I'll just have a hamburger, oh, and a medium fries... Because, I like happy mediums.
I like happy. Without down there'd be no up.. If we didn't get up every day, go toil, labor, burn some calories - we'd never be able to sleep at night. That said, even a sleepless night can be a lesson.
Of course all shoes don't fit. Don't mean we can't try to jump in anothers and see how they view life...
Soon..... I will be going to a paid seminar where I'll express my views... I've done this before... Last time, the leader of the pack (vrooom vroom!) noticed I was mostly boring, quiet, a non-contributer - and he called on my for my opine. Yes, believe it or not, points in my life of shyness.
No longer. Also during that last one, there was one person (OK, happened to be a lady, just as easily coulda been a man) who dominated, or attempted to, conversation, and the opine of our other 47 chairs. When I did try to contribute - she'd raise her voice to drown out mine.
No longer. I had sleeplessness last night. A good thing from my stinky feet. I dreamed the scenario repeated itself, and, there she was. Nope huh uh, not this time. Of course we NEED the view of other's shoes - and, Al Bundy might suggest trying on many. Different ones. Brown, black, loafers, slip-ons, steel toes, these boots were made for walking, spiff it up a little bit. There comes a point, sometimes, we need to Meatloaf someone, STOP RIGHT THERE, before we go any further... ma'am, I appreciate your opinion, I do. I may not agree, but i appreciate. Now it's time (are you singing the Mickey Mouse goodbye song Victor?.. no, well, kinda.. Ma'am, now it's time we hear other's opinions, tyvm.
Victor, I'm dizzy. If we didn't have dizzy then howinthehell would we calmly sit in a beach chair soaking up the sun and the music to our ears, wake of the ocean?
When visiting with a loved one recently... I spoke to how much i enjoyed going to sing Christmas Carols at Nursing homes long ago.. pre Covid of course. I thought it would be all sad.... or course there was sad... it's everywhere, noticed? Yes chicken man, he's everywhere he's everywhere.
There's a gamut. A gamut of movement ability or inability. Sight or no, partial, sight. Hearing differences. HUH? Uh huh. The eager beavers placed their chairs right up next to us carolers. Some sang with us, clapped, ooh and aah'ed right along with us.
Almost to the back... I noticed a lady, seemingly catatonic. She wasn't, completely. I'm certain, somewhere within that facility there was someone who was... Life, all but squeezed out by who knows what.. illness.. loneliness, perhaps, due to no control of their own.
The one lady I thought was catatonic -... as we got to and sang, Silent Night... I watched her. Eyes still closed - but lips moving too, singing, as if she were reliving life. Talk about happy, sad, glad, tears, access ramps, potholes, family woes and glows, sandbox to being boxed in, yet, still, that ability to be a lifeaholic.
Life sucks, and then... it's beautiful, breathtaking, OMG, LOL, there are newborns, namesakes, pets, pets and s'more pets. Poop in the yard, litter box full, uh oh, outta Alpo, I'll be right back Rover. OK, sure, come along. I'll lower the window a tad so you can stick your head out - see it, feel it, enjoy it. Watch out for Junebugs, happens.
Just a song before I go, I think, was a CSN song, mighta been CSN&Y, I dunno. This one though, was by Jummy Soul from a long, long time ago.............
If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life....... sure, I know the rest, or most of the song, but I'm gonna rearrange a tad.
If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life... Be. Just be.
Love, Victurd, confessed lifeaholic
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