“Think” can go the way of the dodo because so few are doing it.  The large volume of robotic expressions that dominate the media and our literature today in the 21st century is  shocking.  Society is repeatedly being dragged into silos of politics, religion and apathy by the proven brokers of regional and ancestral pride.  When I say “I think” I hope to mean I have heard, reflected, and repented. All the religions and political ideologies are happy to have people not think even though all are frequently heard saying “I think…”.

Let us all stop talking, start thinking, and see how far down the rabbit holes of the virulent lifestyles of the people whose names are in the limelight we get!

My ideal home would be a sprawling log cabin with a few rooms recessed into the earth.  You would see ducts for catching the prevailing winds and eavestroughing all around for catching rain. It would have verandahs on three sides and sit behind a circular fire pit. Its colours would be those of the diverse logs’ bark and wood.  It would look like a shed.

I’d wear a towel and swimming trunks.

I have lived long enough to recognized that when life is very comfortable and everything is on repeat I record accomplishments.  On the other hand there is an attachment to serendipity, to the unprogrammed and voluntary connections, the frog-transforming kiss and the back-breaking straw.  Let us just say that waiting for charming princesses and their kisses and camels and their straws is definitely wasteful.

My transition to adulthood was shared with a handful of individuals who are still around.  Spending a day or a few hours with one of them creates incredibly satisfying comfort and fans the flame or teenage freedoms and validates the mutual dreams.  I often wonder to what extent do adults tag their favorite moments to decades-old memories.

A good life needs honest outlooks on what makes humans human.  Superpowers are sheer fantasy.  People need to be genuinely themselves and forget the competition and comparisons.

A good life needs something that draws us towards ideals and reality greater than our ancestral tradition.  I call that greater and higher reality divinity; God.

A good life needs an efficient and helpful connection to community.  Individuals need social validity reaching from the nuclear family to the village to the city to the nation.

Yesterday

The forecast says it’s going to rain.  The thing to do is cancel outings, pack an umbrella, or reschedule appointments. Recently, that is not me. Walking in the rain has rarely resulted in a disaster for me.  Yesterday it started to rain, a slight drizzle, as I waited for a bus. I decided not to use the shelter, 15 metres away.  Before I could notice whether the rain was intensifying or stopping a motorist offered me a ride. Next time the risk of being soaked by a downpour arises I know what the probabilities are. Dry, wet, ride.