What's wrong??

Well, lots.

What's right?

Well, lots.

But Liza... there's a hole in my bucket...........

So, sometime around the time quite a few of us gradiated from High School, Liza Minelli attempted to "Then FIX IT Dear Henry Dear Henry" when she recorded:

What good is sitting alone in your room?
Come hear the music play
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the cabaret

Put down the knitting, the book and the broom
It's time for a holiday
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the cabaret

Come taste the wine
Come hear the band
Come blow your horn, start celebrating
Right this way, your table's waiting

Or, it isn't.  I am THE VERY WORST 'handyman' fer sure in this town.  That said, don't we all get, have, and urge - when the volume on 'life's wrongs' gets too loud, fix it..  ie, ya see a frown, try to turn it upside down?

 

The last couple of days, I've projected as unhappy... grumpy.. (I call it, 'acting my age'!) I truly am sorry for doing so.

Truth be known, I ain't (unhappy). The reason, I think, is reason.  We done been here long enough to see, experience, virtually everything, and by golly we all rise up, tread the hot, cold waters of life, and.............. smile.

This morning, as i woke up, fell outta bed.... I looked in the mirror, tweren't a pretty sight...  Bedhead.  My very first thought was, truly, Harmony in a World of Difference.

The gravitational pull of life... seeing that bedhead in the mirror... a couple of friends remarking how they thought I was unhappy... I admit, sometimes that saying up there needs to be rearranged to....... Difference in a World NEEDING Harmony.

We got little ones, hells bells, EVERY DAY is a Saturday....that's THE persona of happiness (until they're hungry, tired, want more, yada)... stands to reason.

Working age folks.  Jugglers of much.  We've mebbe all read of the "The Trouble Tree"... the feller (or lady) who, when walking inside after the day, stops... reaches up... touches the branches before going inside.... thus, symbolically leaving the day's worries on the tree so they're not brought inside. A reason, he or she does.

Then, us old farts.  Perfection in life for us comes in the form of, a crossword puzzle where we use a pencil with an eraser.  Been there, done that mistake, watched, put up with way too many of those urchins like "TheWhiners" on SNL.. folks who occasionally, or even frequently, play "Ain't it awful?"  Nope, huh uh, stymie halt, you ain't pulling me into that.  I plan to be, and will be, fat and happy.  Ne'er perfect, but happy.

Difference in a World needing Harmony....... One of my alltime FAVORITE people, and sorry, kinda, this is a giveaway... she. spent. her. ENTIRE. lifetime. working. with. children. in. the. oncology. ward. of. a. children's. hospital.  O....  M....  G.  Me thinks that would entail having a Sequoia tree in the front yard to touch the branches, deposit one's worries.  God Bless Her.

Difference in a World needing Harmony....... I write that again, because... knowing her a tad... she occasionally let's her hair down... her and a lifelong list of the same ole same ole wonderful friends............... and they play the song:  (It VERY LONG..  bored? Scroll to bottom of it.)

We got winners, we got losers
Chain smokers and boozers
And we got yuppies, we got bikers
We got thirsty hitchhikers
And the girls next door dress up like movie stars

Hmm, hmm, hmm I love this bar

We got cowboys, we got truckers
Broken-hearted fools and suckers
And we got hustlers, we got fighters
Early birds and all-nighters
And the veterans talk about their battle scars

Hmm, hmm, hmm I love this bar

I love this bar
It's my kind of place
Just walkin' through the front door
Puts a big smile on my face
It ain't too far, come as you are
Hmm, hmm, hmm I love this bar

I've seen short skirts, we got high-techs
Blue-collar boys and rednecks
And we got lovers, lots of lookers
And I've even seen dancing girls and hookers
And we like to drink our beer from a mason jar

Hmm, hmm, hmm I love this bar
Yes I do

I like my truck (I like my truck)
I like my girlfriend (I like my girlfriend)
I like to take her out to dinner
I like a movie now and then

But I love this bar
It's my kind of place
Just trollin' around the dance floor
Puts a big smile on my face
No cover charge, come as you are
Hmm, hmm, hmm I love this bar
Hmm, hmm, hmm I just love this old bar

And we've got divorcees, a big bouncer man
An old jukebox and a real bad band
We got waitresses, and we got barflies
A dumbass and a wise guy
If you get too drunk, just sleep out in your car
Reason number six, seven and two why
Hmm, hmm, hmm I just love this bar

Play it on out boys
Beer thirty's over, gotta take it on home

Hmm, hmm, hmm I love this bar
I just love it

Victor......is there a point to all this?  Yes, I believe there is.  Our world struggles at present.  We are a diverse lot....  cultures, languages, religions, colors, races, nationalities.  That can, does, and has... served as a breeding ground for conflict and separation, chaos and unrest.

I ain't the almighty in having answers... I found a good read (Author Indra Raj Pathak)... spoke to gaining a deeper understanding and appreciation for the values, traditions and beliefs that line our World.  We need to challenge norms that keep inequality alive.  Build bridges.  Refrain from labeling all by the heinous acts of a few.

The philosophy of harmony and compassion in diversity hinges on little but meaningful acts of kindness. (That's where we all come in, hopefully choosing to.) The hope there is passing that down to the next generation.

Acknowledge our assumptions and biases, question the norm, defend equality and justice. It requires bravery, resilience, and unwavering dedication to the concepts of empathy and mutual understanding. Therein lies the power to create a more promising and open minded future for humanity.

I listed the guy's name that wrote most of that.  Indra Raj Pathak. It's a safe bet if everyone in the World read this, there'd be resistance simply due to that.  The name. Different. 

I vote, not really.

Would thought be different if the name was Keith? Wang? Garcia? Nguyen? Müller?

Simply another version of Come to the Cabaret.... I love this Bar.

Harmony in a World of Difference.

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Stands to reason compassion and kindness can move mountains, one of us at a time.

Love, Victurd