Expounding

Days of our lives. I've been digesting something a friend and fellow blogger wrote about recently. They wrote the days of their life passing by and no one seemed to notice. I feel this way myself. More often than not. But for some reason I keep thinking about the Soap Opera titled "The Days of Our Lives." As I think about this I realize the human condition is way more universal than we understand or perhaps like to admit. We want to think the pain, torment, turmoil or what-ever is unique unto us...but it's not. Billions of people have come before us. They have lived, died, loved, lost, hurt, been hurt, felt alone, lonely, listless and on and on and on. Look at the songs that are sung, that we listen to. Why do they resonate so clearly with us? Are these song writers also mind readers? No they have gone through the same shit, fell flat on their face in the same way and drawn the same short straw we have at one time or another.

Does this realization (revelation) make us (me) feel any better? Worse? Less special? More integrated? No. What it does make me think is that there is always a kinder. gentler way of handling a situation. While I want to believe that I always choose that option, I am going to strive to be more conscious of it.

So the days of our lives are passing by. Not many of them are all that special or memorable. I submit that we need to make an effort to add something special to others days whenever we can. If we do it enough, maybe what goes around what will come back around.

where I've been

They say you can get anything you want. If your wallet is fat enough you can, at the very least rent happiness. However that is bullshit. You can indulge yourself in anything you can think of and in my case many things I'd never be able to imagine.

Las Vegas invented Faux...it is the epitome of falseness. The lights the music the crazy low prices of some things to get you to indulge in the others. I've never been terribly tempted by that stuff. There is a cool computerized fountain system that does an awesome show after dark with multicolored lights. The shows are pretty great too.

Where "Sin City" fell grotesquely short was getting her off my mind for one moment. Perhaps if I'd actually wanted it to work it might have. I was in a place designed and built from the ground up for fun. Hundreds and hundreds of acres of it. Yet all I could think of was, "What is she doing tonight and with whom?"

Back from the land of make believe. Back to work tomorrow. Back to hoping. Back.