Some of the things I was saying to the world eleven years ago in March of 2005 when I started this blog and was 43 years old are not the same things I am saying to the world – now – today, at 54. Nor are they the same things I would have been saying to the world at 32. Or 21. (If we’re using 11 years as an epoch of time measurement here.) This material today is not the same thing I will be saying to the world at 65. The fact of the matter is, today I am indeed 54 years old and am blessed to have found a place like this blog to have said anything at all to the world in the first place.
As I was then and am now – I’m happy just to be expressing thought and ideas to the world: mundane trivialities. Sharing opinion. Dissecting concepts. Tying it up in a neat little bow. Sometimes funny. Sometimes howling at the moon. Sometimes serious. Sometimes melancholy. Speaking of bows, can I ask you something? Who ties anything up in a bow anymore and when did doing so drop out of favor? Also, why have they been pre-tied with “stick ‘em” on the bottoms that you buy in bags in the wrapping paper aisle at the craft store for about forty or fifty years? Didn’t every family once have at least one person who could tie a decent bow?
“Stick your finger here.”
And they’d tie a bow right on top of a gift that was already wrapped while you watched them do it? It was always a thing to behold. Let’s not even talk about how the expression, “tying it up in a neat little bow,” is actually an excuse. That’s right. An excuse. What’s the matter? Can’t get to the point easily, quickly or even right away? Talking around and around making smaller points? So that when a brain comes back around and listeners (or readers in this case) are half asleep waiting, it’s actually a gift. A relief. Something that needs to be tied up and dressed up by saying, “In conclusion, tied up with nice little bow, here’s my point, finally.” Get to the point, would you for crying out loud! I think I’ve heard that once or twice in my life.
But when you’re saying things to the world at large, perhaps, you want that bow front and center for fear of some “karmic” twist of fate biting you in your proverbial keyster. Perhaps when you’re trying to be part of the world and IN the world if one let’s a smile be their umbrella then a smile one creates in others is, “the bow?” I have no idea! I just know that I apparently have always had something to say to the world. Topic. No topic. If I go too long without dumping some text into this blog, I miss it. Even eleven years into it. My friend Ray (Ya doesn’t hasta call me, “Johnson!”) says I have a book in here somewhere. Who’s got time to sift through eleven years worth of this stuff? I’m saying all this talk about thinking and expressing and sifting makes me hungry just thinking about it.
That’s what I’d say to the world – like so many in third world impoverished countries: “I’m hungry.” No insult intended. I know I’m blessed. I know I have it much easier than those living in third world countries. I know their plight is real. My plight is only in my mind. Intellectual hunger versus real hunger. When I was an undergrad amassing credits toward my diploma, intellectual hunger was par for the course. I’m not sure that kind of hunger still exists in the world. I don’t often see it in the world I inhabit now. In order to partake from something “said” to the world, some sculptor needs to sculpt, a writer needs to write, a songwriter and lyricist needs to make a song or an artist needs to create that food source first. To feed that hunger.
Maybe we should be trying to feed legitimate hunger in the world first, like what happened in the 1980s when those hopeful idealists created USA for Africa and Live Aid. Those movements said some things to the world. Didn’t they?
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