Sometimes on my voyage through here I read about self-help books or articles. Some titles are more arresting than others. I have even glanced at a few and it’s fair to say that you can find a few nuggets of information in them but, in many ways , I feel, we all take this journey in a unique manner, and from the infinite menu of possibilities afforded us, make a dish of life that is ours alone. There is no doubt that others can encourage and affirm you, and we all love that. Making sense of where you are seems to take a bit longer as you get older. “I can’t believe I’ve done that” or “Not again” are refrains that trickle through my mind on regular occasions.
As a small boy from a household of peculiar dysfunction I was of no importance whatsoever, and my mother, exhausted from dealing with the demands of my elder siblings had largely given up by the time I arrived on the scene. She enjoyed being a person much more than she enjoyed being a mother, but she was a remarkable women none the less. I sometimes think that if Beethoven had ended up working in a bakery, as his clumsy hands kneaded the dough without interest, his mind would be soaring with music that the bread he was making would never hear. Great person, poor baker.
It takes some exercise of will to go from being of no significance to some significance and , never mind the basics of eating, finding shelter and buying my round at the bar, that particular struggle has been central to my life. Looking around us, many of us can remark on the fact that we can have such different lives yet come from the same household.
Add to that, the fact that you also become responsible for people with passing age and the whole passage of life becomes formidable. Again reading through blogs on here I am struck by how so many of us struggle up our own mountains, or spend years recovering from a fall precipitated from the failure of a relationship, financial disaster or the onset of ill-health. Some of us succumb to the demons which tease and haunt us and travel to oblivion via drink or drugs. luckily I have never done that but I have some understanding of those that do.
Faced with the problems of my own life I am always struck and moved by the courage and determination so many of you show in facing up to the difficulties which beset your individual lives. The way that people can celebrate what is around them without regard to their own circumstances. You find life in many colours in Blogland but one thing you see very little of is boasting: at least in the pages I visit. That is such a pleasure to me. I don’t know you but it’s an honour to nearly meet you. Thankyou for popping by