Saturday, February 11, 2012
When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody's help in any way.
But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured,
Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors.
Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me.
Note: The Beatles lyrics above pretty much sum up my feelings today on whether to keep going with this blog or not?
Here I sit on a Saturday morning feeling bone weary and dog tired after another long hard work week, wondering if the time and effort I put into this blog is worth it anymore? Considering at times, from the lack of comments I have been receiving lately on important local matters, whether they are resonating with people, or not?
This week's newspapers have several issues that are worth debating here but why bother if the end result is that I am basically talking to myself? Aside from my regular commentators who I thank and appreciate are the rest of you simply 'peeping toms' afraid of your own shadow, scared you might have your head served to you on a platter, or that word will get out that you visited and commented on 'Prince's' blog that anti-establishment scourge of a fellow who fears no man and bows down to none either, making him an outcast to be avoided at all costs for fear of reprisal or punishment by ones own peers?
"On you it rests whether I quit forever the neighbourhood of man, and lead a harmless life, or become the scourge of your fellow-creatures, and the author of your (establishment's) own speedy ruin."
Today, words are all I have. Sharing them with you is up to you? But I need to know whether anybody is listening?
I read a lot compared to the average North American of the 21st century, and very little compared to the average North American of the 19th. In addition, life's experiences and school of hard knocks have given me what I think is a unique perspective on life in general, and modern society in particular. From what I have read and experienced I can honestly say I do not like what I see and as a result I have tried to do my part in making a difference. For when we study the work of the idealists of yesteryear, and come to know the players on history’s stage, we see ourselves. In seeing ourselves, we are awakened to a sense of purpose to make things right, or at least try. Which is what I have attempted to do time after time, including here on this blog.
I long ago abandoned my ideals for a quiet life. But now I welcome it with open arms, knowing I have done my bit and that maybe it's time to sink into the shadows, and become a man of few words...
The purpose of a fish trap is to catch fish, and when the fish are caught, the trap is forgotten. The purpose of a rabbit snare is to catch rabbits. When the rabbits are caught, the snare is forgotten. The purpose of words is to convey ideas. When the ideas are grasped, the words are forgotten. Where can I find a man who has forgotten words? He is the one I would like to talk to.