Dance of the Dramatically Redundant

Image by dark_mephi via FlickrAnswer, and answer now.
Do we still agree—
No redundancy.

All this, in defense?
Framing my reason.
I don’t have all season.

You asked, let me answer.
I don’t care anymore.
So you shut the door?

Knock, but no longer a reply.
Hands raised, a beckon to the sky.
You took the time to ask,
With no desire to bask,
While I considered my response.
Sit still and LISTEN, for once.
Inside, my heart’s condition,
Has more fear than friction.
Always have to learn anew,
That I do care about you.
And after this dramatic dance,
Eternally another chance.
I know when the symphony ends,
We’ll go back to being friends.
And play again another song,
The remixed, extended version long.
‘Til then I’ll quietly bide my time.
To compose another metered rhyme.

Just waitin' on a train...

Image via WikipediaThinking, always a good idea, and I took the time to do some this week. My life has been about a combination of searching and waiting; seems like when I find what I’m looking for I must still spend much time earning and waiting to actually have it. No qualms here, I’m thankful for where this patience has taken me.

This weekend, the most impatient person I’ve ever met is getting exactly what she wants and on the time line that she wants it. She’s lucky, very lucky… on one hand. On the other, her recklessness could once again prove to be an out-of-control locomotive hell bound for destruction.

Fortunately, I got out of the way; slipped to the side of the train as it roared past, hot air on my face, smell of smoke in the air that prompted me to squint and wince. I could still hear the bellowing whistle screaming into the air months later. I once asked the conductor, “Why are you always in such a hurry?” She replied, “Because I don’t want to miss anything at the next station.”

Little did she know, when you’re always going you’re never arriving.

When with her, she said that within one year, she was going to marry a man and make a baby; that it was time for her to do such things. These words flew at me, regardless of who I was or whoever might be sitting across from her at the time when it was time. And that was not the train that I wanted to ride—one that never slows down long enough for me to enjoy the scenery or *gulp* actually get off without cracking my skull on the leap.

I-need-a-man-I-need-a-man-I-need-a-man.
WHOOOOOO! WHOOOOOO!

All I can say is that I hope a true railroad man is getting his ticket punched, one that doesn’t mind shoveling coal into the engine day and night to keep that boiler burning bright. Because as long as the train gets what the train wants… then the train is happy.

Me? I’ll chew on a piece of straw on a bench at the station until I spy someone pondering the arrivals and departures with few cares in the world and no rush to do anything but travel by my side.

WHOOOO! WHOOOO!

Time Doesn't Trail, It Leads

If you believe that you will someday achieve your dreams, then one thing is already guaranteed, each day brings you closer to that reality.

• Hours carry the sun and moon toward the time when everything is yours.
• Minutes melt away the mountain of patience that you must endure.
• Seconds count down to the explosion of your envisioned happiness.
  

Think not of the time that has been lost and never regained; look toward the future that is approaching for your dreams are closer now than they were when you starting reading this.

Time doesn't trail, it leads.

As always, I appreciate your comments.

I Think Like an Old Person

The older gentleman looked at me and said, "You think like me. You think like an old person."

As I sat, sharing a table with two older couples at the LS Oktoberfest last night, we spoke of many things as the sun set behind the carnival's "Ring of Fire" ride.

It didn't dawn on me until later in the evening, but the statement that he made about me is very fundamental to who I am. On one hand, "thinking like an old person" means that I'm fiscally conservative. We were specifically discussing how ludicrous it is that rookie professional players get guaranteed millions whether they ever play a single down of professional football in their lives.

On the other hand, I believe that "thinking like an old person" is core to belief that we must be patient, we must understand the importance of earning/learning and we must be responsible for our actions.

One of my greatest fears in the evolution of our culture right now is the lost concept of earning. Each day it is more evident that instant gratification is killing the concept of earning. If you want something you simply go get it. You don't earn it. Credit card companies will give anyone a card and will raise your limit twice per year. They are contributing to the death of earning. There is no reason to be patient anymore.

I remember having to wait for a song on the radio and quickly pressing play and record.

Although the time is NOW for action whenever I write as a marketer, consumers need to understand the consequences and be responsible for them. It pains me to agree with a plan that helps to bail out bad business decisions, but I believe that we do need to help some of our fellow Americans to keep their homes.

My older friend has advice for all of us, "Stop betting on the come." In other words, stop putting so much into unproven potential and risky practice.

In closing, I said that I just need to find a woman who also "thinks like an old person" and he said he had one for me, but his daughter had just gotten married. Darn it!