as it happens, i have a complicated life that never seems to be very predictable at all. first of all, there’s the whole area of my work life – i love my work, my work loves me, it’s all good… except that the job i really want is waiting for me and wants me to work there, but the silly red tape is taking forever to be cut. not to mention that if i change my workplace, i’ll probably take half of my clientele with me, which could be a problem in the end. although, my current employer may not realize it for a while… hmm… worth considering…
next we have my love life. well, i wouldn’t actually call it a love life, but the mere semblence of one. it has love; it has life; but it’s not a love life. again, it’s more of a situation where i could go either way and end up at the same place in the end. i just want to choose the right path – the one where i get hurt the least… however, i’m beginning to think that it’s not really possible because the interwoven lives, loves, and realities are a little too complex and intertwined to be separated easily. even though it may be best to try as hard as i can, i’m not sure if i can ever unwind them, set them free, let them live in the different parts of my life without each other… and this is just the tip of the iceberg, as the metaphor has it, because the complex emotions that are involved in this situation are complicated enough that one almost needs a phd in anything to begin to even understand how they are intertwined. hmm, again, complicated…
on top of all this, i also (sometimes unfortunately) have a brain and a conscience. this combination seems to be deadly in my life: if i didn’t have a conscience, i could do whatever my brain desires without caring about the people i might hurt in the process. however, as i have a conscience, i care about them. now, if i had a conscience without a brain, i wouldn’t have realised that i could hurt those people. hmm… maybe if i remove my brain, or my conscience, i might be able to live a life that is more enjoyable than this one. i would say more exciting, but my life is pretty exciting, or lively at least, so i’m not sure about that one.
liveliness comes in many forms in my life – the people i meet, the experiences i have, the work i do, the life i lead, and on occasion, those people that have a profound effect on me even though they are oblivious to the fact. these people tend to be the most exciting people for me – how can they realise the effect they’ve had on me when i’m in shock about it myself? sometimes, it’s quite understandable, but other times it’s unbelievable. an understandable incident happened a few weeks ago while i was on a bus home. there was a young family on the bus and their youngest son, all of about 12 months old, was quite sick – feeding tube hanging out the nose and all… however, this baby boy had the biggest eyes and cheekiest grin i’ve ever seen – and he was happy to share them with all the other passengers on the bus. to imagine that a baby who seemed so sick was so happy – how could he put up with his pain? how could he not realise the pure joy that he was radiating? how could he not realise that his smile along could have powered the bus all the way home? his innocence and genuine happiness was a true gift – both in his life and in the lives of those people he met. i’ve never seen anything quite like it before or since – pure joy, pure happiness, pure innocence… pure life…
there is so much more to write about the intricacies of being me, but alas, there is little time tonight. i will continue this post again soon… and you will begin to see what it means to be me… hmm…
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