Flying
On Thursday night, Friday morning, I am going to be flying south, south-east of here, for about 3 hours, with the smiling Eskimo. Right into the rising sun. Or have it on my left side, as all my seat-mates try to sleep. I however, with the light on, will be up; reading and writing, on this and other media, and hope is, I’ll be able to post with this thing from such places as Jocotepec, and San Juan Cosala, or wherever. Think I know it’ll work in the airport, at least. If it doesn’t anywhere else, so what? Too bad. Who cares? I do. I want it to work, everywhere. But just because I want it to, just because, doesn’t mean diddly in this crazy mixed up world. Just because I want the knife from the drawer I want, not the one that’s handed to me, doesn’t mean that that’s going to happen. It doesn’t mean I’m going to find the thing right away or at all. It also doesn’t mean I have to get mad at the person who hands me the knife, the one they were about to use, and because of that you did not want to use it. (Very specifically so.)No, it doesn’t mean any of that at all. And still, you can decide to (Unfortunately only now you know it.) WALK a-way. And, you should, more times than you do. Yes. That is a solution, a problem-solver, you must employ, much more often. Pity is, you don’t always know beforehand, you need to walk away, now! Even when you’re standing in one place. When that’s your post or position. Smile. Breathe. Walk! A few or a lot of steps away. It’s okay. It’s all right. If it means you don’t get mad, even in the slightest, it’s worth it. Don’t lose your stuff. Don’t lose your love; job, life! Walk away some times, and save the world! from the handheld
