Ever just felt like the car you were in was heading toward something you knew was a bad idea? Ever felt like one of the crash dummies? Knowing the impact was coming - but not able to do anything about it? Basically because it was your job to sit back and take the hit, and then let the scientists measure the damage? Because after all - it is very important to be able to determine just how much you can take. How much direct force hit, how much pressure, how much wind shear (yes that would be the velocity of the voices coming at you with requests). And there you sit, compliantly strapped in like a good little crash dummy, just waiting for impact.
Yep, that's life sometimes. You brace for it and then you just deal with the fall out afterwards, cause there is absolutely nothing you can do to stop the hit from coming. In fact, if you try it just makes the hit come down harder.
I think it is probably easier for those of us who grew up when corporal punishment was still practiced in some small degree both at school and at home. At least we have a clue that the smack down capacity of the universe is out there. We have learned to brace for it. We have even learned what it feels like to dance around the edges of danger inviting its harsh reality. Though I for one can tell you that I learned pretty quickly that I did not like its branding heat enough to play with that fire often. My preference has always to play it just safe enough to lean away from challenging the harsh hand of punishment I can avoid by suimply modifying my behavior. What seems most difficult is the punishment that life meets out without regard to what you do or do not do.
It is simply there - a quick back hand across the cheek - I guess its life's way of making sure you are not asleep at the wheel. One would think that the Almighty could have come up with a softer way to express his need to be accounted for . Just sayin'.
Alas - here I am, bright red print on the side of my head where fate's B*%$ slap just landed only a few short minutes ago. I am feeling stunned and wounded and more than a little bit piqued.
I mean - it makes no sense. I have just been sitting here in my little corner, doing not much of anything (honest) - I work, I sleep, I work some more and then I pay the bills and try to make sure I have stuff covered for my family. Wow - its exciting - yep - I am living the life! I am not really complaining - I have a great family - so looking out for them - its really what I enjoy most - that being said - I can't imagine what I have done to the karmic balance that requires such heavy handed treatment.
But then again, life doesn't always dole out its charm just because the infraction has already occurred. Sometimes you pay in advance, sometimes in arrears, and it seems some just pay-up when they are pushing daisies. The latter doesn't sound all that bad - except I don't really know for sure what those sould are required to do when it gets to daisy pressing time, so I think maybe wishing on the truly unknown may be a tad worse than just wishing that the current beat down were more like a love tap.
Well complaining never really gets you anywhere. There are some that say that the squeaky wheel gets the grease - I guess that is true - if you are lucky enough to be where the grease is, and where someone who knows what to do with it also happens to be. Otherwise the squeaky wheel just gets to be annoying. So with that in mind I guess I should just get over it. Rub my reddened cheek and extend the other so I can at least match from one side to the next.
Life Balance is said to be all the rave these days, guess I will givve that a try starting with cheek number two................
Happy Monday all ....................
