The Thinking Jar

Can’t I say "pass"? Can’t love put a sign saying welcome here and enter your heart as prize for the wager. Bank on your emotions or the strength of your stomach. heartache is nauseating after all. even disillusionment verges of being painful. Why doesn’t these supposedly meaningful life events, the things that bring color and taste to life.. why don’t they have huge signs, large disclaimers of what is to be lost or won? of what one can be forced to face? Isn’t it but fair to give the traveller a map.., even a very crude one? The lines or the paths don’t matter… it’s the semblance of having a decent chance that makes the painful passing worth taking.

I won’t win simpy because I know the rules or the prize or the probable pain… but knowing would cushion the blows and the thuds of my heart and hopes when they fall and sink.

We can hope and pray that the world is a better place, a fairer place. But it still looks big from where I am standing. Yet I am in it and I think I deserve points for that.

Okay, I took my turn. Now’s let see love or life or what have a try in winnng this set.