Monday, March 23, 2009

The Swinging Door

Sometimes in life, we make mistakes.

We do something (or DON'T do something) that we end up regretting for some time after.

Maybe it's something we didn't even realize until it comes back around to bite us in the ass.

Maybe it's something you did to someone that, years later, someone ends up doing to you.

A turning of the tables, if you will......

Regret is one of the hardest things to live with.
There's no going back, no taking it back, and no backing out of the consequences of what you did.

If you've reached the point where you at least regret something, then you've salvaged some hope because at the very least, it makes you realize what you had done, and therefore, forced you to learn from it.

If you're one of the lucky ones, the price you pay consists only of the negative memories, and nothing more.

But if you're one of the not-so-fortunate, you might get done to you what you had once done to someone else.

This is karma at its worst.

Intentional or not, regretted or not, the balance of energy has come full circle, and now it's your turn to deal with the results of someone else's actions that, quite possibly, were directly due to your own actions long ago.


So am I.

But no need to over analyze.
At the very least, I hope I made someone think a little deeper, if even for a few seconds.

Enough rambling............

I am READY for Spring to be here already.
I need some warmth and sunlight and green nature.

Which means I am undoubtedly excited about TROUT SEASON OPENING DAY!!

Saturday, April 11th.

Let the countdown begin..............

Friday, March 6, 2009

Birthday Blah

Another year, another party...........
Well, not JUST another party. I got wayy too smashed at this party.
Like as in black-out smashed, which is why I'm not too proud of what I'm hearing I did during some of those hours that I don't remember at all.

So - no picts posted here. Sorry.

I'll admit, I'm glad everyone seemed to have a great time, but never again will I drink like that. Never again.......

Anyway, I haven't shared my writings in a while so I thought I would.



To say the least,
I suffer most,
when opportunities are found,
but it's time that's lost.
Hopes fly high,
while expectations stay low,
inspiration comes,
while the emotion goes.
My imagination wanders,
yet my heart stays true.
It's the moments of strangeness
my soul always knows,
a melodic tune,
a forgotten prose.
All work and no play
can't work for everyday.
But coming full circle,
to get straight to the point,
I tip-toe a line
between black and white,
dreading the day,
and dreaming away the night.................