Possibilities and Inevitabilities.

Just a brief post from me this fine Friday afternoon, as I survey the Brisbane skies from the comfort of my leather chair while I peer out of the portholes in my secret volcano lair and contemplate world domination and cute kitten antics.

I was musing today on how things begin, and everything about them is new, and fresh and exciting, and the possibilities seem endless.  We have experienced something new and unfamiliar, a taste of something away from our mundane routine, and it liberates us, leaves us feeling free and walking on air, all happy and full of the new life we have discovered.  Or should that be rediscovered?  It's the same happiness, the same joy we are capable of finding for ourselves all the time if we learn how. 

Sometimes though, it all dies, and that death becomes a sad inevitability.  And yet still we grieve, we rail, we protest and ask why.  Is it because we left that new life to whither on the vine?  To die from lack of nurture?  All things are changeable and nothing lives forever, but not allowing things to grow and find their form is even more sad.  We lament those cut down in the prime of life perhaps more than those who lived a long and full life, do we lament in the same way for those things in our lives, those seeds of potential we allowed to die while we worried about the cares of this world, about money, status, possessions and power.  It's all just ego tripping.